His Immortal

11

Marcus could see the exhaustion in my eyes, the toll that this entire situation was taking on me. He knew that I needed rest and space to process everything that had happened. But he also knew that the threats against me still needed to be addressed, and he couldn't leave my safety in jeopardy. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, his touch gentle yet reassuring.

"I know I was a dick before but thanks for helping me like out of the ground," I said gently.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Marcus's mouth as I spoke, his hand still resting on my shoulder. He could see the vulnerability in my eyes, the wall I had tried to put up around myself cracking just a little. He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze, his tone warm and sincere. "You're welcome. And for the record, you're not a dick. You're a survivor."

He could see the surprise in my eyes at his words, and he knew that I was not used to being treated with kindness and understanding. But he also knew that I deserved it. I was strong and resilient, and he wanted me to see that about myself.

His grip on my shoulder tightened slightly, his touch firm yet gentle. He leaned forward, his gaze meeting mine. "You've gone through hell, and you've come out the other side. That takes strength and courage. Don't ever forget that."

He held my gaze for a few more moments, his expression firm and sincere. He wanted me to know that he meant every word he said. Then he slowly released my shoulder and leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in his lap.

He studied me for a moment, his mind still spinning with thoughts and possibilities. He knew that there was still much work to be done, and he couldn't rest until he had figured out who was behind these death threats against me. But for now, he knew that I needed a break, a chance to rest and recover from everything I had been through.

"Can I ask you something?" I looked up at him.

Marcus nodded, his expression open and encouraging. He could see the hesitation in my eyes, and he wanted me to feel comfortable asking him anything. "Of course," he said gently. "What is it?"

"Will you be staying here?" I asked.

Marcus smiled faintly at my question, understanding the hope and uncertainty in my voice. He could see that I wanted him to be here for me, to reassure me and offer support as I navigated this terrifying ordeal. "I'll be here as long as you need me to be," he said firmly.

Marcus watched as I laid back in my bed, his eyes never leaving me. He could see the exhaustion in every line of my body, and he knew that I was struggling to keep my eyes open. He took a step towards the bed, his voice soft and gentle. "You should get some rest," he said. "You've been through a lot, and your body needs time to heal and recover. I'll be right here, okay?"

He watched as I nodded, my eyelids fluttering as I fought to stay awake. He could see how tired I was, but he also knew that sleep probably wouldn't come easily with everything that had happened.

He took another step closer to the bed, his expression worried yet tender. He wanted to help me rest and recover, but he also knew he could do only so much. He paused momentarily, his hand hovering over my shoulder, unsure if touching me would be okay.

Marcus had stayed by my bedside all night, keeping a watchful eye on me as I slept. He had dozed off at times, but he had always woken up at even the slightest sound or movement from me. As the first light of dawn filtered in through the windows, he stirred, stretching his sore muscles as he sat up in his chair.

He looked over at me, his eyes immediately noting any changes in my condition. He was relieved to see that I was still asleep, my breathing steady and deep. He knew that I needed all the rest I could get after the trauma I had been through.

As Marcus woke up fully, he realized that the stack of paperwork he had on the case was gone. He sat up straighter in his chair, his eyes darting around the room, searching for the missing files. Alarm bells went off in his mind as he realized what had happened. Someone had taken the case files, and that was not good news. His mind raced as he considered the implications of this latest development.

He got up from the chair and quickly scanned the entire room, his eyes searching for any signs of disturbance or forced entry. But everything was as it should be, nothing appeared to be out of place. He let out a frustrated sigh as he realized that whoever had taken the files had done so without a trace, leaving no evidence of their presence behind.

His jaw clenched as he realized the potential danger this posed. The case files contained sensitive information about me and the threats against me and if they fell into the wrong hands, they could put me in even more danger.

He paced back and forth by the bed for a few moments, his mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. He knew that he had to act fast, to figure out who had taken the files and why. But he also knew that he couldn't leave me alone and vulnerable, not with the threats against me still very real and present.

Marcus looked up as Andrew entered the room, his mind still occupied with thoughts of the missing files and the dangers they posed to me. His brows furrowed as he saw the stack of papers in his colleague's hand, his gaze immediately recognizing them as the missing case files.

He quickly got up from the chair, his eyes on the files in Andrew's hand. "Where did you find those?" he asked, his voice holding a note of urgency.