Vulnerable Man (2)

Anyone with eyes could see how deeply Lucian loved Medeia. It didn't make sense for him to give up—not when she was still here, not when he had sworn to protect her. He wouldn't just leave her alone in this cruel world.

Medeia felt her legs weaken, her heart tightening at the thought. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to believe. "He won't leave me," she whispered. "He'll be fine."

Joy offered a small nod. "I'll give him some medicine for the fever and cough. It won't work instantly, but it should help without risking a relapse."

"Just do whatever you need to," she murmured. "I just want him to be okay."

Once Joy handed her the medicine and left, Medeia carefully helped Lucian drink it. Then, she changed his clothes into something more comfortable to sleep in.

She wrung out a warm towel, gently placing it on his forehead, her fingers lingering just a second longer against his skin.