The morning light seeped through the curtains, hazy and soft, as I pulled myself out of the chair, my body stiff from a night spent slouched in an awkward position. I hadn’t intended to sleep, but exhaustion had won over obviously. The sight of Lucas, still unmoving on the bed, was also, in a way, a reminder that this wasn’t some nightmare I could shake off.
I freshened up quickly, splashing water on my face to bring myself fully awake. After pulling on some comfortable clothes, I turned my focus back to him. He was still pale, his breathing steady now, though it's still a bit shallow, and his hair lay tangled against his forehead. Carefully, I cleaned him up, wiping the dried blood from around his bandaged wound and replacing the bandages where they’d come loose. He seemed slightly less
