Lennox's POV
A knock came softly on my door. Sucking in a deep breath, I asked the person in. The door pushed open and Aurora stepped in. A big, bright smile spread across her face as she closed the door behind her and moved cautiously toward me.
"I came to check up on you, Lennox," she said softly, her eyes scanning me then the monitor. "How are you doing?" she asked, genuinely worried.
"I'm fine. Come sit." I tapped the space beside me.
Aurora moved toward the bed, her expression a mix of relief and lingering sadness. She sat where I indicated, though she kept a respectful distance.
"I'm sorry I haven't come to see you these past weeks, Lennox," she said softly, her fingers tracing a pattern on the edge of the blanket. "I knew you didn't want guests. I knew you didn't want anyone to see you like… well, like that. I wanted to respect your privacy."
