He lay next to her, holding her within his arms across the blanket, his thin lips pressed against her forehead.
He pressed on, his eyes constantly staring at the woman's cheeks...
All night, Liam Yancey had never closed his eyes. His body also remained in one position, nearly completely stiff.
Tara Summer finally woke up after eight, and when she opened her eyes to his bloodshot ones, she knew that she had kept him worried and awake all night. She couldn't help but caress his face with a pang of heartache.
"Didn't you promise me you would take good care of your health?" She frowned, "You know better than anyone the state of my body right now. The pain can only be managed with medication, but it can't be treated. Since that's the case, there's no use worrying. Why put your body through this?"
"How can I be at peace seeing you like this?" He asked, stroking her chin. The noticeable thinness of her face didn't allow for his brow to relax.