Eloise remained still, giving Damien the time he needed to settle down. She glanced at the bed, wishing they were there instead of the chair, which was not long enough for Damien to be comfortable.
The hard edge of the seat pressed against her thigh, and she longed for the softness of the mattress.
Damien's hand stopped shaking, but Eloise didn't think it was the right time to disturb him.
The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken fears.
Damien's breathing slowed, and for a moment she thought the weight of his grief had finally dragged him into slumber.
'How am I to lift him if he is ready to sleep?' Eloise wondered, panic rising in her chest.
Her arms were not strong enough to carry him, and the thought of leaving him there seemed cruel. She could rest her back on the table behind her and endure it all night, but Damien wouldn't be comfortable.
The idea of him waking with pain in his neck or shoulders troubled her more than her own discomfort.
