Ivy stood at the door. She slowly closed it behind her and she took small steps towards Noah's bed. Noah woke from his shock at seeing Ivy standing before him. His arms moved before his mouth as he pulled her into his chest and sat back on the bed with her in his lap. This was his favourite position it made his erratic heart settle when she was this close.
He scanned her for injuries. She was as pale as porcelain and her lips were as red as a rose. It naturally suited her but now it reminded him of the blood she had lost for him, to save him and to shield him from his enemies. He never wanted her to enter his dark world but now it seemed inevitable.
Ivy cradled herself against Noah's warmth his arms her safe heaven. When she woke up alone in an empty white hospital room she was scared and thought the worst had happened. She thought of losing him, it made her shiver in fear. The cold thought drifting through her mind and over her body.
