Leander watched as the smile on her face reduced and she fell asleep.
"You were not kidding when you said you were tired, huh?" he fixed her hair.
He wiped her and covered her with the duvet. He placed his hand over the bandage. It was not a big wound thankfully. If it was on him, he wouldn't have minded it.
But that wound was on his wife. She is complaining of pain. His heart was burning.
When she fell limply in his arms, he thought that he had lost her. That feeling… he'd rather die than feel that way again.
Without thinking twice, she jumped in front of a bullet to save him. Honestly, what can he do with her?
It was not her desire to die that made her do that. He knew it. He knew it because she shouted his name as she stepped to possible death. She wanted to save him and didn't care about anything else.
He held her hand and kissed it. He didn't know why she would do that for him.