I made my way to his room, my legs feeling like lead after everything that had happened today. When I stepped inside, the large bed in the center of the room looked inviting, and I didn’t think twice before sitting on it. I sank into the plush material, trying to relax my mind before he comes in, but every sound outside the window made my heart skip. I pulled my knees up, resting my chin on them as I tried to push the lingering images of fire and explosions out of my head.
A few moments later, the door creaked open, and he stepped in, carrying a first aid kit. He placed the box on the bedside table before standing in front of me, wordlessly waiting for my help.
I swallowed hard and reached for the hem of his shirt. My fingers hesitated for a second before I began to lift it gently. “This
