Chapter 185

Camila gave a small nod-yeah, it hurt, and she felt awful. "I brought the meds. Lemme help you put it on," Prescott said, his gaze serious and focused on her. Her cheeks flared up instantly. "Just hand them over, I'll handle it myself." Having him do it... yeah, better not go down that road. Who knows what this guy might pull next. "You sure?" Prescott raised a brow, not pushing it but clearly skeptical. "...Yeah, I got it." She reached out for the meds he passed over, wanting to get up, but he hadn't let go of her yet. With her brows slightly knitted, she looked up at him. "I can really manage." "Chill. Don't overthink. I'm just bringing you to the bathroom," Prescott said gently. His eyes were soft in a way they never were with others-almost spoiling her. Leaning against his chest, Camila let him carry her to the bathroom, the faint medicinal scent on him oddly comforting. That earlier irritation... gone. About fifteen minutes later, Camila came out with a red face. Can't lie, the me