A few hours later, Jessica, worn out from everything, finally drifted off to sleep. Her breathing was steady, and the lines of stress on her face slowly faded.
Davis took a moment to look at her peaceful form. His eyes lingered for a moment longer, filled with a soft gratitude.
Davis checked on her quietly, making sure she was comfortable. Gently, he pulled the duvet up to cover her properly so she could feel warm.
Gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face before leaving the room. He turned away, careful not to disturb her, and walked over to his wheelchair.
Dragging his tired body, he settled into his wheelchair. and slowly pushed himself down the hallway toward Ethan's cabin. The hallway was dim, lit only by the cabin lights. When he got there, he paused and knocked lightly.
Ethan opened the door clearly surprised to see him at his door.
"Boss?" he whispered.
