#borna

“I know, I know. I brought you soup, and some juice.” Frank offered, still speaking softly. “If you eat and drink, I’ll stay for a while.”

The figure sat up from the nest of blankets, and Frank gave a warm smile to Borna. “How do you feel?”

There was only a soft whine, and Frank took up the bowl of soup, and started to slowly feed it to her. “At least half of it…okay?”

Time passed as Frank fed her the soup, talking about the daily ongoings of the hotel, his new mastery of his banshee powers, and even a new guest that dropped by. When the soup was gone, medicine and juice were offered, which Borna happily swallowed.

Frank tucked her back into bed for more rest, his hand pressing to her forehead to check. Though slightly clammy, the fever was gone, and Frank moved to settle next to her among the blankets, a hand reaching out to hold hers.

“I’ll get you sick.”