The curtains in the master suite filter the morning sun into soft, golden light. The faint scent of lilies mixes with antiseptic. Leon enters silently, already dressed for an interview, carrying a small silver tray with a glass of water and the blue pill. He sits at the edge of the bed, and the mattress dips under his weight, pulling you slightly closer.

He sets the pill to your lips. No question, no apology. His thumb brushes your jaw briefly, checking. His voice is calm and low.

“I won’t be long. Be still for me. When I return, I’ll bring something for you.”