Vulnerable Man (1)

Without hesitation, Medeia wrapped her jacket around him and rubbed his hands, trying to warm him up.

"It's alright. You'll be fine," she assured him, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Sorry …" Lucian whispered weakly.

"Lucian." Medeia cupped his face, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Didn't I already tell you? I'll be really mad if you keep apologizing like that."

She clicked her tongue in frustration. "Besides, this is my fault for bringing you here."

Then, after a beat, she scowled. "No. It's that stupid system's fault."

"But you'll be in trouble if you don't complete their task." Lucian lowered his head, closing his eyes. "I don't want you to suffer …"

"Stop talking." Medeia pulled him into a hug, letting him rest against her shoulder. She rubbed his back gently, trying to ease his shivering. "You need to rest."

"But you—"

"Don't worry about me. I can take care of us."