125: Cared for.

Days turned into nights, and as I drifted in and out of consciousness, Lucas remained a constant presence, tirelessly caring for me. He nourished my body with small, comforting meals, easing the hunger that had gnawed at my weakened frame. He spoke soothing words, unraveling the layers of confusion and fear that had settled within my mind.

I couldn't tell if it was due to the drugs in my system or the fact that I had become completely dependent on Lucas. I felt as though I couldn't do anything with him, but somehow we started to get closer.

In moments of vulnerability, I began to share fragments of my own story, my hopes and dreams, and the reasons I had unwittingly become entangled in a web of secrets. Lucas listened intently, his eyes shinning with on empathy and understanding as I spoke. I sensed there was much more he wanted to reveal, but he held back, waiting for the right time yet listening to all I had to say with full and unwavering attention, even though sometimes all I di