Blanche's POV
I could see Vincent was genuinely trying to show me he was okay.
But honestly, I had no clue what to say, so I stayed silent.
Vincent didn't push it. He understood I still struggled with trusting people, and with me feeling sick, it wasn't fair to pressure me.
So he dropped it.
After making sure I ate everything, Vincent poured me hot water and watched patiently, insisting I drink it all.
But shortly after I finished the water, my fever spiked again.
Vincent gave me fever medicine, and I soon fell asleep.
That whole night, Vincent stayed awake.
He remained by my bedside, dabbing sweat from my forehead, adjusting my blanket, caring for my every need.
Only when dawn broke did Vincent finally doze off beside me, my hand still clutched in his, collapsed over the mattress from pure exhaustion.
Being so tall, sleeping hunched over the bed couldn't be comfortable, but fatigue won out, and he was out cold instantly.
