Drake knocked on the door between the bathroom and bedroom to make sure Charli was dressed before just walking in. He himself had changed into a comfortable and more importantly, dry pair of pajama bottoms. “Come in.” He heard Charli call right before he stepped inside. “She sent me to the corner and basically dressed herself.” Reid explained with a shrug as Drake looked through the bag and pulled out a pair of socks.
“Beta Drake,” Charli tries to smile through the pain when he comes to stand in front of her. She can’t stop the tears and slight whimpers, but she’s trying her best to hold everything in. She now knows he’s been taking away the brunt of her pain, and she's not sure if he feels it in her stead or not, so she feels a little guilty.
“I told you; I don’t want it.” Charli tel
