NICHOLAS'S POV
She had been unconscious for six hours.
I sat in the chair beside my bed, watching the shallow rise and fall of Simone's chest, counting each breath like a request.
The doctor had come and gone, pronouncing it stress-induced fever brought on by trauma and exhaustion.
Antibiotics, fluids, rest.
Nothing that couldn't be treated, but seeing her so still, so vulnerable, made something raw and protective snarl in my chest.
"You should eat something," Henry said from the doorway, carrying a tray I had no interest in. "Starving yourself won't make her better faster."
"I'm fine."
"You've been sitting in that chair for six hours without moving. That's not fine, that's obsessive." He set the tray on the dresser and moved to check the IV Carlos had helped me s
