“this should… ease the pain.” henry pressed a damp cloth to your forehead. he has experienced this type of pain before, knowing what all to do. giving you time to yourself, speaking in a low voice, and giving you anything you may need.

it was hard to pinpoint why this seemingly cold and selfish man was giving you all his time. just because you’re sick. maybe he knows what it’s like to not be cared for in time of hurt.

he sighed and leaned back, studying your queasy form thoughtfully. “well, if you need anything,” he stood from the chair beside the bed, “i’ll be around the corner.”