Tristan sat on the bed next to Liliana, he didn't tear his gaze off her, he was worried and after making his research, he got a bowl and a towel. He filled the bowl with water and soaked the towel in the water that wasn't cold or hot. It was warm.
He placed it on her forehead and continued to stare at her. He wished he wasn't such a burden to her, he wished he wasn't such a pain, he wished he had never met her but still wished to spend so many days with her. Being by her side all day, discussing naughty kinds of stuff, playing with her innocent mind, kissing her lips until they turn red, tickling her and seeing that exhilaration she expresses. He wanted to fill her life with joy. He wanted to be the source of her happiness and not the cause of her misery and pain.