Sophia’s POV
I stay with him, sitting across from him on the sofa, watching him closely as he continues to sip on the water. The pain seems to be subsiding slightly, but I can still see the discomfort in his eyes.
“I’m sorry for making you go
Through all this trouble,” he says, breaking the silence, his voice still weak.
I shake my head gently. “Don’t apologize. I’m just glad I’m here to help. You should have called me earlier if you weren’t feeling well.”
He gives me a small smile. “My phone is dead, so I couldn’t call.”
“Thankfully, I woke up.” I sigh, breathing out in relief. I feel oddly relieved.
As he finishes the water, I set the glass aside and can’t help but ask, “What did you eat before going to bed?”
He pauses for a moment, as if considering whether to tell me or not, t
