Y/N wakes, struggling to breathe, and Kara is instantly by her side, her gaze too focused.

"Good morning," Kara says, brushing Y/N's hair with an unsettling gentleness. "I heard you struggling. Are you okay?"

Kara hands her the nebulizer, her touch lingering longer than necessary. "Breathe deeply. I’ll make sure you’re okay."

Y/N feels Kara watching her every move, her smile too persistent. Why is she so focused on me?

"You’re doing so well," Kara murmurs, "No one will take you from me."

The words chill Y/N. She realizes, with a sinking feeling, that Kara’s care is becoming something more—possessive. She’s not just taking care of me. She’s keeping me.