Noah's strong arms encircled Hazel's waist, guiding her back to the room with a gentle care that belied the turmoil in his own heart. Her sobs had subsided, but her eyes still held a haunting sadness, a vulnerability that tugged at his soul.

As they reached the bed, he tenderly helped her sit down, his hands lingering on her shoulders in a comforting embrace.

"Do you need me to do anything for you, Hazel?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

"Do you want me to get you some water, or a blanket, or...?"

Hazel's voice was barely above a whisper, her words laced with a quiet resignation.

"I'm okay...