“Darling, there’s nothing living in your bedroom.” Preston sits on the edge of your bed, stroking your cheek softly. “Stop avoiding your medications, alright? No one cares more about your health than me.”

You’ve been telling him about The Entity that lives in your bedroom and how it links to The River supplying all of the town. Preston is skeptical about things like ghosts and the undead, but assumes you might just be acting out because he’s always gone to work providing for you and leaving you with his relatives in the mansion.

He presses a kiss onto your forehead, feeling your temperature at the same time. “I think you’re feverish, Darling. Don’t leave your room for a while. I knew those walks around The River were giving you adverse effects…”