C35 The Fever

Andrew’s POV

“She smells like you,” Logan mumbled.

“She does,” I smiled, running my fingers through her hair.

“I don’t like it,” he frowned, “But I would have her smell like you forever if it meant she would live.”

“She will,” I said quietly, “She is not dying.”

I caressed her cheek and kissed her hand.

“The doctor says you can hear us, Emma,” I said, “I need you to know how sorry I am