Andrew entered Moon's room just after he had a conversation with Michael. Moon looked up to meet his gaze, a smile tugging at her lips. She tried to raise herself from the bed when Andrew closed the distance and gestured for her to remain still.
"I know I'm not surviving… Andrew; there's—"
"No! Don't you ever speak like that." Andrew intervened, clasping her hands in his while his eyes stared into her with an unwavering intensity. Moon sighed before gently dropping a kiss on his hands.
"I've talked with Michael, and currently, he's indulged in an important meeting with some of his best doctors. I trust him… You'll be fine soon," his voice hoarse with emotions.
Moon hummed in response while internally she wanted to cry. Since there was a risk she might not survive and maybe it would be the last moments she would be able to talk with her dear Andrew, she decided to spill out the words deeply buried inside her heart.
