He didn’t have to understand what Sky was saying to understand the fear in his eyes and his tone. James nodded, reaching over to pat the hand gripping him with his free hand.

“You’re alright,” he soothed. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay right here.” If that put Sky at ease, James could stay there on the edge of the bed. The papers he was grading weren’t going anywhere. Nor were they pressing. Even if they were on a tight deadline, someone’s health and well-being was far more important in James’ eyes.

He patted Sky’s arm once more, then reached out slowly to brush Sky’s damp hair back from his face. “I’m right here,” he said gently.