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“…You’re not leaving?” she asked quietly.
The question caught him off guard.
Tyler glanced back at her.
For the first time since she woke up, her voice didn’t sound completely panicked.
Just… unsure.
“No,” he said.
And for some reason, that single word made her shoulders relax—just a little.
Tyler noticed.
And something about that small shift made his chest tighten.
He pulled the chair closer to the bed again and sat down, his presence steady, unmoving.
Guarding.
Watching.
something changed.
The silence in the room was no longer suffocating.
It was… watchful.
Tyler leaned back in the chair, his eyes never leaving her. Even when she shifted slightly under the blanket, he noticed. Even when her breathing slowed, he noticed.
She, on the other hand, couldn’t relax completely.
"why was he here, tyler is a very busy person so why was he not leaving ".
Every small sound made her flinch.
The ticking of the clock.
The distant hum of a car outside.
Even the faint movement of Tyler adjusting in his seat made her fingers tighten around the sheets.
Tyler saw it all.
“You’re not going to sleep like that,” he said suddenly.
She stiffened. “Like what?
“Like you’re waiting for something bad to happen
Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
Because he was right.
Tyler exhaled slowly, then stood up.
She immediately tensed again, her eyes widening as he moved.
“I said I’m not going to hurt you,” he reminded her, his tone firm.
“I know…” she whispered, even though her body clearly didn’t believe it.
Tyler walked toward the other side of the room instead of approaching her.
He grabbed a glass of water and returned, stopping at a safe distance.
“Drink,” he said, holding it out.
She hesitated.
Her gaze flickered between his face and the glass.
Then slowly, carefully, she reached out and took it from him—like she expected him to snatch it back or punish her for it.
Tyler’s jaw tightened at the sight.
She took a small sip, then another, her hands trembling slightly.
“Thank you…” she murmured.
He didn’t respond to that.
Instead, he studied her.
“You haven’t eaten, have you?” he asked.
She froze.
That was answer enough.
Tyler let out a quiet breath, already turning toward the door.
“I’ll have something brought up.
”Her gaze flickered between his face and the glass.
Then slowly, carefully, she reached out and took it from him—like she expected him to snatch it back or punish her for it.
Tyler’s jaw tightened at the sight.
She took a small sip, then another, her hands trembling slightly.
“Thank you…” she murmured.
He didn’t respond to that.
Instead, he studied her.
“You haven’t eaten, have you?” he asked.
She froze.
That was answer enough.
Tyler let out a quiet breath, already turning toward the door.
“I’ll have something brought up.”
Her head snapped up.
“No!” she said quickly.
Too quickly.
Tyler stopped.
The fear in her voice was sharp, immediate.
“No?” he repeated, turning back slowly.
Her grip tightened on the glass.
“I mean… I’m not hungry.”
“Liar.”
The word wasn’t loud, but it was firm enough to make her flinch.
Tyler stepped closer this time.
Not too close.
But close enough.
“You don’t pass out from nothing,” he said. “You’re weak, you’re exhausted, and you haven’t eaten.”
“I said I’m fine—”
“You’re not fine.”
His voice cut through hers, calm but absolute.
She went silent.
Her eyes dropped, like she’d been scolded too many times before.
That reaction again.
Tyler hated it.
“Food is not optional,” he added, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“You’re eating.”
She swallowed hard but didn’t protest again.
Tyler watched her for a moment longer before pulling out his phone. He made a quick call, his voice low and controlled as he ordered food.
When he hung up, the room fell quiet again.
She shifted slightly, then winced.
Tyler noticed immediately.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly.
“Don’t lie to me.”
She hesitated, then whispered, “…my back.”
Tyler’s expression darkened.
Of course.
He moved toward the bed again, slower this time, more deliberate.
“I need to check it,” he said.
Her body went rigid.
“No—” she started, panic rising again.
“I’m not hurting you,” he said, cutting her off.
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