Everyone watched the scene before them in awe, and for some reason, it felt like it was the calm before the storm.
It was obvious to everyone that Harold didn't want her to be awake, but they weren't sure whether it was because he didn't want her to bear the pain she was feeling all over, or because of something else. Perhaps something he planned to do.
Harold patted her hair gently, and his heart ached when he saw the marks on her body. Trying not to disturb her sleep, he carefully lifted her into his arms and closely watched her face as he did so. If Harold wasn't already furious, his blood boiled when she cried in her sleep and painfully tried to adjust in his arms. She seemed to be in severe pain, even in her sleep.
Harold clenched his teeth as he paused with her in his arms for her to settle back into her sleep.
