The Dawn of Tomorrow - A Henry Cavill Fanfic

Chapter 10

When Delilah woke up, she did not feel like she was dying anymore.

She was exhausted and weak as a kitten, but she didn't feel as terrible anymore as she had the few times she had woken before. And perhaps most importantly, she didn't feel like she was freezing to death anymore.

Thank goodness for that.

She blinked open her eyes wearily, mentally trying to piece together what had happened and failing pretty much completely.

She couldn't place the bedroom in which she was at the moment, never having seen the floral wallpaper or the exposed wooden beams at the ceiling before. The curtains were pulled back from the window and Delilah looked out to the beach from it.

That helped.

She would recognize that sandy beach and the stormy ocean anywhere.

Jersey.

She turned her head and that was all she needed to do to find Henry sitting at her bedside, head buried in his hands.

Delilah couldn't help herself from reaching out immediately, needing to know what was wrong. What had resulted in Henry sitting at her bedside?

Broad shoulders caving together, chocolate brown hair a mess of curls on his head like he had tugged at them repeatedly in annoyance or nervousness maybe.

The massive width and berth of him, looking much smaller than he was.

Her hand landed on his forearm, fingers weakly curling together into the fabric, but it was enough that his head came up immediately.

She managed to surprise him, but he managed to shock her.

Henry looked terrible.

There were dark circles underneath his eyes like he hadn't slept a wink for what seemed to be a week and his whole face was terrible ashen.

"Hey, love," he whispered, taking her hand in both of his, pressing a dry kiss to the back of it. The surprise registered somewhere in her mind, but she was too busy wondering what in the world had happened that resulted in Henry looking like that . "How are you feeling?" He asked her but right now, Delilah didn't care one bit about that.

"You look terrible," Delilah managed to croak out. Henry barked out a burst of laughter and he just shook his head at her, a weak smile playing around his mouth, even when there still seemed to be worry crinkling around his eyes.

"You don't look too good yourself, Delilah," he responded with a shake of his head, hand coming up to gently cup her cheek, rest against her forehead for just a moment. She leaned into the touch, his hand warm on her skin.

"That's slander," she croaked once more, and Henry just gave her another weak smile.

"Of course. You have never been more beautiful than right now," he said sincerely, and she rolled her eyes at him. Yeah, sure.

Damn Actor.

He managed to say something like that so sincerely that she couldn't help but believe what he was telling her. Regardless of how much of a lie it was.

She could feel the sweat cling to her body and she was quite sure that her hair was a complete and utter bird's nest. Delilah probably looked like a lot of things at the moment, but beautiful was not one of them.

"Liar," she said hoarsely, coughing as her dry throat acted up. But then somebody else demanded her attention as Kal crawled up her body, his tail wagging so hard against her legs that she was quite sure that she was going to have bruises the next day.