Skies & Florets

Chapter 35

QUENTIN

I sit beside Lilac's hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint hint of lavender from the bouquet on her nightstand. She's asleep again, her face softened in peaceful repose, but I can't help but watch her. Every rise and fall of her chest brings me a sense of relief, a reminder that she's still here with me, even during this chaos.

It's been a whirlwind of emotions since she woke up.

Doctor France had come in earlier to explain the next steps, the tests they needed to run to assess the extent of her illness. I can see the worry etched on Lilac's brow even in her sleep, and it tears at my heart. I want to take away her pain, to shoulder her burden, but I know I can't. All I can do is be here, supporting her however she needs.

When she stirs, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal those beautiful hazel eyes, a smile instantly breaks across my face. "Hey there, pretty face," I say softly, leaning closer. I can't help but brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers grazing her skin gently.

"Quentin," she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep but laced with warmth. "Did you stay here all night?"

"Wouldn't dream of leaving," I reply, my heart swelling at the sight of her smile. "I told you, I'm here for you. I don't want to miss any seconds or minutes. I want you safe."

She gazes up at me, and in that moment, the weight of her illness feels a little lighter. The connection we share is palpable, a thread woven between our souls that time and distance can't sever. "Thank you for singing to me earlier. It's beautiful. . . you're beautiful," she whispers, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink.

"It was the least I could do to make things lighter for you," I reply, my voice tender. "You needed to know you're not alone in this. You never will be."

Lilac shifts slightly, propping herself up on one elbow. "What's next?" she asks, her tone serious. I can see the determination in her eyes, a fierce spark that tells me she's ready to fight.

"The doctors are running some tests today to get a clearer picture of your condition," I explain, trying to keep my tone light.

She nods, but I can see the flicker of anxiety in her gaze. I want to reach out and reassure her, to wipe away the worry lines creasing her forehead. "Hey," I say gently, leaning in closer, "whatever happens, I'll be by your side. I lost you before, I can't lose you again. . . not like this. . . not forever."

Lilac bites her lip, a habit I've always found endearing, and then she lets out a small sigh. "I know it's going to be tough. But I'm glad you're here with me, Quentin. You're my sanctuary, and I would love to be your wife."