It was Thor. Still feverish, his eyes half-closed, yet his hand held on to her.

She turned quickly, sat beside him, and brought her hand tenderly to his face.

“I’m here, my love. Don’t worry. I’m taking care of you…”

He didn’t answer. He simply let his head sink back into the pillow and drifted into sleep.

Celina drew a deep breath, her eyes brimming with tears. She would stay there all night if she had to. She would stay a lifetime if that was what it took. Caring. Loving. Fighting.

Because th