After taking the medicine, Olivia Jenkins fell into a deep slumber, but her brow was still furrowed tightly.
As Daniel Marshall sat on the bed, the lines of his face softened gently for the first time in five years, revealing a pained expression as he watched Olivia.
He held Olivia's hand and gently touched her forehead to ensure she wasn't running a fever, finally letting his anxious heart unwind a bit.
He gently brushed the hair from her face and gazed intently at Olivia, without blinking.
Seeing her sleeping restlessly, Daniel lay down and held her in his arms. Ignoring his own pain, he adjusted his position to make her more comfortable, and silently watched over her.
Daniel knew that Olivia didn't go home last night; she stayed here.
Looking around the small space, and seeing how she'd rather endure discomfort than return to his side, Daniel felt helpless and a little frustrated.
