Chapter 116

Elliot closed his eyes, and Charisse couldn't tell if he had actually fallen asleep. She just stayed there quietly, sitting on the couch, zoning out as she stared at his IV drip. And somehow, while staring, she ended up dozing off herself. She started dreaming again—this time it was about Elliot's car crash, blood everywhere. The dream jolted her awake. Her first instinct was to check the IV—last bottle. "Who changed the drip for you?" Elliot shot her a look that basically said, "Seriously?" and replied with zero patience, "Obviously me. Who else did you think?" Charisse pressed her lips together. "Sorry," she muttered. She was a little annoyed at herself. How did she just fall asleep like that? Elliot glanced sideways at her. "You were like this when you were looking after Elena too?" "No." She was extra careful back when she was taking care of Elena, always afraid something might go wrong. So why, when it came to Elliot, did she completely let her guard down—even her mind felt tired.