Syria’s POV
"You need to take a break here for some time. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you."
His tone was gentle yet assertive. He positioned himself beside the bed, observing me with those deep, contemplative eyes.
“What about you?” I ask, “What are you going to do?”
He stood tall, towering over me with a calm presence. He then gazed downward, and our eyes connected.
The expression in his eyes conveyed everything.
He doesn’t want me falling apart any more.
“I will step outside and handle the investigation on my own,” he spoke softly.
“Your body is still healing, Syria. I hate seeing you in this state. Coughing up blood… it’s destroying me inside. Please, I want you to listen to me. Stay here. I'll return shortly.”
There was a long pause.
I didn’t say anything.
I did
