Elijah's pov ;
One of the nurses stepped forward with an apologetic look. "He woke up disoriented and started to panic. We were only trying to help, sir."
"Help?" I snapped at him furiously, also making Ash flinch in my arms. I looked down at him with a heartbroken look. "Is this your idea of helping?"
The nurse flinched but nodded. "We didn't mean to upset him. We were following protocol."
"Well, I don't give a fuck about your protocol," I retorted sharply, glaring at him aggressively. "Next time, call me first before going straight to touch him, do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
I didn't say anything, instead choosing to turn my attention back to Ash. I stroked his hair gently, murmuring reassurances. Slowly, his breathing calmed, and his body relaxed slightly but not entirely. I draw comforting circles on his back.
His slender fingers curled into my shirt, clinging onto me for dear life resting his head against my chest.
