Chapter 108

[LILY]

He opened the wardrobe, where his clothes and hangers had already been moved aside, making ample room for my belongings with extra space to spare. I gazed at my small bag, containing the temporary clothes required for a few weeks in his room, and furrowed my brow.

“Am I suddenly staying here forever without my permission?”

“Raising that hand that carelessly will do nothing but get you a bed back in your ward." Moving up, he stopped at my side, then pushed his thumb into his pockets, staring down at my bandaged arm. “Does it hurt?”

"No, it doesn't,” I rolled my eyes.

"Hmm," he glanced at the wrap, “would you tell me if it does?"

“No.”

Because why would I? It was a scrape, and yeah, it did hurt, but pumped with sedatives, his fusing around my bed, calling for the doctors and nurses each time I accidentally moaned about a slight discomfort, was grueling and so sweet that I had to remind myself that I was mad at him constantly.