189 Her Cocoon His Home

Christon reached into his pocket and retrieved a small piece of paper, neatly folded and worn from frequent handling. Unfolding it carefully, he revealed a list of prescribed medications, each name meticulously written in his own handwriting. With a sense of purpose, he handed the chit to Adrien.

"Get her these drugs," he instructed, his voice filled with a quiet urgency as he emphasized the importance of Alicia's care. "She'll need them once she's awake."

Adrien accepted the chit with a nod of understanding, his gaze lingering on the list of medications as he mentally cataloged each one. There was a sense of responsibility in his movements as he carefully folded the paper and tucked it into his pocket.

Christon disappeared into the hallway, leaving Adrien alone with his thoughts.

With a sigh, he turned his attention to the slumbering figure before him, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within his own mind.