She nodded, but winced as she tried to sit down. Declan's legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved closer to her bed, helping her sit properly. She appeared small, but felt even smaller in his hand. He tried to avoid touching any areas that were injured, but her hands, ribs, and legs all felt like they had been pricked with a thousand needles. She smelled like cake, mixed with the scent of alcohol. There was also a faint hint of vanilla that was barely noticeable under the influence of the alcohol.
"Are you okay? Can you sit comfortably now?" he asked, furrowing his brows.
