He drew in a labored breath, and his eyes were bloodshot from coughing.

With a trembling hand, he reached for a tissue on the nightstand, wiped away the crimson stain from his lips, and dropped it into the nearby trash can. Rolling onto his back, he nudged her hand aside and met her gaze with a detached look. After a moment, he looked away and murmured, “It's not your concern."

He was infuriatingly stubborn!

Tyrone's stubbornness was unyielding. He was determined to handle everything without help, no matter what it was.

Sabrina noticed the jug of water on the table and filled a glass. Then she handed it to him. "Take this to rinse your mouth."