Korbin had never been one to fidget around in bed. From Daphne's memory, he had always been stiff and unmoving, almost like a dead man.
But now, he appeared to be a hurt animal that squirmed around the bed.
"What's wrong?" Daphne asked quietly.
"It hurts so much." Korbin muttered, somewhat sleep talking. "Make it stop…"
Daphne didn't know what to do anymore. Her hands were frozen in midair.
"It'll be alright. It'll be alright." She repeated over and over again, exhausted.
She wanted to collapse beside Korbin, but she forced herself to remain strong. Both of them couldn't fall at the same time.
This had only been for a few hours. How did Korbin take care of her for so long when she was poisoned? Had he also sat beside her like this as she shouted nonsensical things?
But more than anything, she wondered what Korbin had been dreaming of.