After getting his bone and wounds treated, they were back in their apartment which felt terrorizing in his beloved’s absence.

Zariah remained silent all the time yet refused to leave his side and her existing next to him was enough to tranquilize him.

At least she was here, with him, beside him, in his pain.

“Hey,”

She was in the room, sitting next to him and without a warning, he grabbed her hand, whistling at her to gain Zariah’s attention.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for saving my life,” He murmured sweetly, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.

Staying with him, helping with anything, feeding him, helping him change, holding his hand...