Chapter 41: The Pain

Clayton carefully arranged the pillows around Camden, creating a cozy haven for her to rest. He tucked her in with a warm blanket, ensuring her comfort. "Can I get you anything else?" he asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "A cup of tea would be great," Camden replied, her voice soft but hopeful. She mustered a smile despite her discomfort. "I'm on it," Clayton assured her, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead before heading out of the room. Camden settled into the pillows, grateful for Clayton's attentiveness. As she nestled into the cushioned cocoon he had crafted, fatigue began to wash over her, pulling her towards sleep. Just as she was about to drift off, Clayton returned, holding a big mug of tea. He settled on the bed beside her, extending the mug toward her. "I didn't make it too hot, so you can drink it now," he said, his eyes filled with care and tenderness. "Thanks, that's great," Camden replied, taking the mug from him with gratitude. She took a smal