**Consequences**

Lucas was asleep when she crept in quietly, the tray balanced carefully in her hands as she pushed the door open with her shoulder. His room was dim, the curtains drawn halfway, allowing the morning light to slip in just enough to paint soft shadows across the floor. His breathing was deep and steady, his body still, the bedsheet loosely covering his frame. She shut the door slowly behind her and tiptoed across the room, setting the tray gently on the nightstand. The first aid ...