I did not meet his eyes, but I answered him "I will be fine. I would rather get everything sorted."

Mrs Lewis nodded understandingly and then left the room to fetch her husband.

A squeeze at my hand and Stone moved so he was closer to my face.

"Please Ella." He begged in his deep voice as he closed his eyes for a split second.

I felt my chest clench as he said it. I had the urge to reach out to him, but I fought against it.

"Please what?" I asked as I subconsciously squeezed his hand back.

"You are not okay. You just lost your father. I hate that you feel you have to pretend that you are fine. I hate that you are not speaking to me." He scrubbed his large hands over his face as his tone went deeper "It is killing me, Medusa."

"I am okay." I lied to him as I tried to pull my hand away.

He held on tighter, and he would not let go.

"Stone." I let out softly "Go home."

His voice came out hoarse "You are my home."

All I could do was stare at nothing in particular. Anything that was not him. I gripped the metal sidebar that was lifted on the left side of the bed.

If I looked at him then I would only jump into his arms and never leave.

"You are making this impossible." I muttered.

"Good." He stated determinedly "I am not leaving you."

I decided to take a harsher approach "Hospitals really should have security so unwanted visitors can be removed. Cops should be stationed outside this place to get rid of insistent annoying pain in the ass giants."

He stood abruptly and paced the room. He never went any further than a metre away though. His movements were as if he was protecting my small space like a guard dog.

His dark eyes captivated mine and never left as he spoke tyrannically "Do you really think some fucking security guard or cop is going to get me to move? Do you think anything is strong enough to make me leave your side?"

Stone towered me. He towered everyone but it was not just his height that made him look intimidating and unconquerable. It was also his whole frame. The wide shoulders and the overall mountain of muscle contributed too.

I huffed out a reply because the question itself was rhetorical “No. I don't."

Mr Lewis' arrival interrupted whatever Stone was about to say. The man walked in holding a brown leather briefcase. Apart from that, he did not look like a layer on duty. His clothes were casual and the ones I had seen him in before.

"It is great to see you, Ella. Of course, not under these circumstances." Mr Lewis greeted me "I am so sorry about your loss."

"Thank you." I said quietly.