Blanche's POV
After Vincent finished texting Lucia, he glanced up at me. He must have expected me to still be asleep, but I was already awake.
Noticing I was up, Vincent frowned with concern. "Something wrong?" I'd been sound asleep just moments before, and now I was suddenly wide awake.
Vincent slipped his phone away and gave me a worried look.
His eyes swept over me, taking in how most of my bruises had begun fading, though a few stubborn dark marks still remained.
I caught Vincent's anxious stare and forced a weak smile. "Nothing serious. Just need the bathroom."
At that, Vincent shot to his feet and grabbed the IV bag. "Come on. I'll help you."
I quickly protested, "I can just call a nurse."
My hand moved toward the call button as I spoke.
But Vincent was quicker, his fingers wrapping gently around my wrist as he said, "They're swamped right now. I'll take you."
