Chapter 14: She’s sick
Tryson gazed at her for a moment, a flicker of hesitation passing across his features, before his attention shifted toward Angel, who remained lying motionless on the bed.
There was a subtle weight in his expression, as though he were weighing his options carefully. With a deep breath and a quiet sigh, Tryson nodded, the decision seemingly made. He then spoke, his voice calm but thoughtful.
"I’m not entirely certain that the meal will be appropriate for her right now," he said slowly, his eyes never leaving Angel for more than a brief moment. "But if you believe it will offer her some comfort, then please, bring it in."
Karina nodded, acknowledging his words, and with a courteous smile, excused herself from the room, stepping quietly out of the door.
The moment she was gone, the air in the room seemed to shift, and Tryson’s attention returned fully to Angel.
He stood still for a second, studying her expression, his heart heavy with a mix of sympathy and frustration.
He sighed again, deep and soft, before walking over to her bedside. He gently placed his hand on hers, his fingers tracing over her skin in a tender gesture, but Angel didn’t stir.
There was no hesitation now in Tryson’s actions, no uncertainty; he knew what he had to do.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as though afraid to disturb the fragile peace between them.
He waited, watching for some sign of a response, but Angel only continued to lie there, her head resting on the pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in her own world of discomfort and pain.
"I feel like I’m dying," Angel’s voice was barely audible, but the weight of her words hung in the air.