As I ate, the dizziness I had been fighting all day began to creep back. My eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, and my thoughts became sluggish.
"You look like you're about to pass out," he said, his voice softer now.
"I'm fine," I lied, though even I could hear how unconvincing it sounded.
"You've been through hell," he said, his gaze piercing. "Get some rest. I'll watch over you."
I tried to nod, but my head felt too heavy. The world around me seemed to blur, the edges softening until only his face remained clear.
The last thing I saw was the faint smile on his lips.
I woke up to darkness.