"Sleep," Lynsandra pressed a finger to Elias' forehead, gently scolding him into resting. "Elias Hale, just hours ago, you were on the brink of death. You shouldn't be smiling like a fool, let alone driving."
He laughed weakly. His pallor told anyone who looked that he was in no condition to be smiling like this, but he couldn't help it.
Elias lifted his hand and took hers. His eyes stayed fixed on her, unable to look away. Not even for a second.
"I'm happy," came his rough voice. "Lynsandra."
"Hmm?"
"Do we… need an endearment name now? Like a pet name or something?"
The question, which she found rather out of nowhere, made her brows knit together. Her lips curved downward, and she flicked his forehead.
"Ah —" He touched his forehead, looking at her in disbelief.
"Elias, before you think about trivial things like that, you have a life you need to hold onto," she said. "Save the small things for when you have the strength to get out of bed."
