Sienna's POV:
Lance looked at me.
His gaze was very careful, as if he feared I would disappear in the next second.
I could see his unease.
But I still leaned against the doorframe and did not take a single step closer to him.
Lance's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere.
But after seeing my cold expression, he swallowed the words back down.
After a two-second stalemate, he lifted the blanket and slowly got out of bed while holding onto the bedframe.
His knees hit the floor with a dull thud.
Just like that, Lance knelt in front of me.
He was wearing a hospital gown, his hair was a mess, and tear tracks still marked his face.
The needle in the back of his hand was now completely crooked.
Blood dripped down along his fingers.
But he seemed unable to
