73. Dare

Gladly, I spot no injury. Despite this though, I know something is wrong. One does not just fall like this without a damn good reason! He had worked himself to the point where he had to lean most of his body weight on me, just to walk from the kitchen to the living room.

Once there, he sinks into the cushions of the couch and I can’t help but grow worried over his state. He is pale, he has lost some weight and he looks sick. There is tiredness in his eyes and his lips are dry and bitten over and over again.

Without a word, I help him take off his coat and his tie and set them aside, half absent as I already map out the next steps of all this.

“I’ll call for someone from the medical staff to -“ I start talking as I put his coat away, but he does not give me the chance to finish talking.

Killian grabs my arms and pulls me towards him. For a man who had just collapsed out of tiredness, he was still incredibly rough and stern as he makes me sit in his lap. I want to pull away, hiss a cur