Genevieve:
I entered the room to find Caspian gasping for air. The moment his eyes landed on me, a fractured smile graced his lips. I observed him attempt to lift his head, but his lack of energy forced him back onto the bed.
Hurrying over, I picked up the glass of water and offered it to him. Throughout, he hadn't stopped smiling at me, even as he sipped the water.
"You're actually h---ere?" he asked, sounding incredulous.
"I'm here," I reassured him with a nod.
"I can't believe this--," he placed his head back onto the pillow and began to chuckle, only stopping when he broke into a coughing fit.
"Stay lying down, Caspian. You're not feeling well," I said, feeling a pang of guilt even as I spoke about his condition. Why had we let him go out alone, especially knowing that dangers lu
