The sound of soft steps neared.

A rustling echoed from behind her, followed by a dip in the bed.

A cool breeze swept in, causing her to tighten her hold on the quilt.

“Feeling better now?"

"Hmm," Tyrone responded, his voice soft. "Go to sleep.”

Sabrina said no more.

The room fell silent, save for the rhythm of their breathing.

Sabrina couldn't tell if Tyrone had fallen asleep. She lay motionless, her sleepiness dissipated, her mind alert.

The prolonged stillness made her body feel rigid. She shifted her position.

After what felt Like forever, Tyrone coughed, his low voice probing, "Sabrina?"

She didn't reply.

Taking a deep breath, Tyrone delicately Lifted the quilt, got up, and paced to the bathroom.

The sound of water filled the silence once again.

In a moment, Tyrone emerged from the bathroom, clad in a bath towel, and adjusted his position on the bed.

"Did I wake you?" he queried, sitting on the bed's edge.

"No." Sabrina shook her head.

"Can't sleep?"

"Uh-huh."

"Want me to tell a German story?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

He was fluent in four languages, including Chinese, English, Japanese, and German.

He'd often narrate German stories when she struggled to sleep.

She didn't comprehend German, but his calming voice was soothing.

Tyrone's low, magnetic voice filled the room.

Sabrina focused on his words, pushing away her thoughts.