~93
Lisa's POV
I swallowed the pills slowly, grimacing at the bitter taste they left behind. Damon sat on the edge of the bed beside me, holding the cup of tea like he was guarding it with his life.
"Done," I muttered, pushing the cup back toward him.
He nodded and stood up, reaching for the bowl of hot water Naomi had left on the table. I watched him quietly, confused. He dipped a small towel into the water, wrung it out, and walked back to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You're burning up," he said. "Just let me do this."
"I don't need you to."
He ignored me, sitting again and gently placing the warm towel on my forehead. The sensation made me flinch.
"Damon, stop…"
"Lisa," he said, cutting me off. His voice was calm but firm. "You treated me when I had bruises, remember?"
I blinked at him. "That was different."
He met my eyes. "How?"
