Claire Sinclair had thought it through, so she didn't let the online vitriol get to her. She lay languidly in bed, her thoughts drifting to a certain someone. 'He should be back soon, right?'
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep again.
In a hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, Claire Sinclair felt her body grow light. A familiar, soft voice murmured by her ear, "Claire?"
Claire Sinclair groggily opened her eyes. As her vision slowly sharpened, she could finally make out his face. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Mr. Quincy..."
Adrian Quincy placed his large hand on her forehead, and his brow furrowed instantly. "You're a little warm. I'll go get you some fever medicine."
"Okay." Claire Sinclair sat up and watched him leave. Her heavy head already seemed to ache a little less.
After a short wait, Adrian Quincy returned with fever medicine and a cooling patch and sat down on the edge of the bed.
