Sawyer sat in the same armchair he had for several days when Waverly was recovering from her injuries only less than a week ago. Now here she was again, laying in her bed, sweating profusely to rid herself of the toxins. Sawyer reached for the cloth on the table and dabbed her forehead dry, making her stir in her sleep. Her eyes opened slowly as she awoke, and she caught his gaze.
“Hmm…Sawyer?"
“Shh," he whispered. “Go back to sleep. You need to rest." He tapped all around her face getting the excess sweat, then set the cloth back down on the nightstand.
Waverly moved to her other side and moaned at the pressure she felt in her stomach.
“Don't move too much. The healer said it's best if you rest and let the antibiotics do their thing."
She agreed and laid her head back down on th
