Vincent

VALERIC'S gaze dropped from her eyes down to her slightly parted lips, and he drank a spoonful of syrup. He was reluctant, but he did lean in, merging her lips with his and feeding her the syrup. He didn't pull back until he was sure she'd swallowed it. 

A soft sigh fled his mouth, and he pulled back, lifting his head to stare at the ceiling. The spark, again and again, was there, despite how tiny it was. It couldn't be a hallucination, impossible! He hadn't gone crazy, had he? 

"Vincent…" It was a low mutter, prompting him to lower his eyes to Stella, who was squirming coldly on the bed under the puffy duvet. 

Vincent? 

His brow arched and a frown settled on his face the second her hands reached out, grabbing onto him. "Vincent, I feel really cold. Hold me, please."