Lucien's footsteps were quiet and deliberate as he neared Elian's bed.
A hard frown was set on his face as he realized that Elian was awake and trying to stand.
Slowly, his earlier loud mind calmed and focused on one thing: Elian.
"Are you trying to die?" he asked from the foot of the bed.
Elian paused, his head was too foggy, and he had missed Lucien's entrance.
Elian pressed his elbows onto the bed, his face far too flushed for the cold night.
He groaned and let his head fall onto the pillow, breathing hard.
Lucien's brows furrowed; he was expecting Elian to reply with a sparky remark, not acting like he wasn't there.
Not silence.
"You have to heal, Elian. Lie properly," he stated coldly.
Elian didn't move, he just let his temple rest on the pillow, shallow, labored breathing heard in the quiet room.
