The bathroom lights cast a soft glow over the room as steam rose from the bathtub. Louis knelt by the tub, his hands trembling as he gently lowered Daisy into the warm water. She was barely coherent, her head lolling against his chest as he whispered soothing words she likely couldn’t hear.

“Daisy, I’m here. Stay with me,” Louis murmured, his voice laced with desperation.

Her body was limp, her skin pale and damp with sweat. The drug was still in her system, and he felt utterly helpless. Every instinct screamed at him to fix this, to take away her pain, but all he could do was hold her in...