Adeline didn't move from Damien's side for a few moments. She watched him drift into sleep then placed her hand on his forehead, carefully, so he didn't wake up. He was burning up.
Adeline's chest tightened at the sight of him so vulnerable and helpless. Why couldn't she control her emotions? Every day she told herself she didn't give a hoot about this asshole, yet seeing him like this broke her heart. Especially when he said thank you. His eyes were gentle, and he looked like he truly appreciated her, and it was nice to be appreciated for once.
Be strong, Adeline, she told herself. You don't really care about Damien. He is a terrible person and only cared about himself. So what if he was hurt? It was probably his own fault. No one asked him to go around and fight other kids at school.
