Chapter 65 Pure Worry

Chapter 65 Pure Worry
Mia

Jesse didn’t slow down.

He didn’t hesitate one bit.

“Call the healers,” he ordered immediately, his voice cutting through the air with urgency that made heads turn. “Do it right now.”

I shifted slightly in his arms, my body still aching from the fight, but I forced myself to speak anyway.

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice softer than I intended.

He didn’t even look down at me when I said it.

Like he hadn’t heard me at all.

“Move,” he snapped at a servant who hesitated for even a second, and the girl practically ran off in fear.

I let out a small breath, my head resting lightly against his shoulder as he continued walking through the halls, his steps steady but fast, like stopping was not even an option in his mind right now.

“Jesse,” I tried again, a little more firmly this time, “I said I’m fine.”

This time he responded.

But not in the way I expected.

“You’re not fine,” he said immediately, his voice lower now but still firm. “You were attacked and it's all my fault.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” I insisted, even though my body didn’t fully agree with me.

He finally looked down at me then.

Just briefly.

But the look in his eyes made me stop talking for a second.

There was something there I couldn’t ignore.

“You were outnumbered,” he continued, his jaw tightening slightly. “And hurt by my people.”

I opened my mouth to argue again, but he cut me off before I could even form the words.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he said.

Sighing, I didn’t push anymore.

I let him carry me the rest of the way in silence, my body relaxing slightly despite the situation, because no matter how much I wanted to insist that I was fine, there was something about the way he held me that made it hard to keep resisting.

By the time we reached the healer’s quarters, the place was already in motion.

Servants moved quickly, preparing space, gathering supplies, making way the moment they saw him approach.

“Lay her down,” one of the healers said gently, stepping forward immediately.

Jesse lowered me carefully onto the bed, his hands steady even though I could still feel the tension in them.

The healer turned to me, her expression calm but focused.

“Let me see,” she said softly.

I nodded slightly, even though I still didn’t think any of this was necessary.

Jesse stepped back just enough to give her space, but he didn’t move far.

He stayed right there watching.

The healer began checking me carefully, her hands light but precise as she examined the visible injuries first.

“Does this hurt?” she asked, pressing gently against my arm.

“A little,” I admitted.

She nodded, moving on to the next.

“And here?”

“Well, not really.”

She continued like that, methodical and thorough, checking everything from my shoulders to my back, my legs, my breathing, even my pulse.

The entire time, I could feel Jesse’s gaze on me.

I shifted slightly under the attention, not from discomfort with the healer, but from the way he was watching.

“It’s really not serious,” I said again, glancing at him briefly. “You’re overreacting.”

He didn’t respond.

Not even a word.

He just kept watching quietly.

The healer finished her checks after a while, stepping back slightly as she assessed everything one last time.

Then she turned to Jesse.

“She is fine,” she said calmly. “There are minor bruises and strain, but nothing severe. She will recover fully with rest.”

The tension in his shoulders eased slightly. His posture relaxed just enough for it to be noticeable.

And only then did he fully exhale, like he had been holding his breath this entire time without realizing it.

I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my lips.

“I told you,” I said softly.

He didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he stepped closer again, his attention fully on me now, not the healer, not the room, just me.

“You should rest,” the healer added before stepping away, giving us space.

Jesse nodded slightly, acknowledging her, but his focus never left me.

When the room finally quieted down, when the servants had stepped back and the healer had moved away completely, he sat down beside me.

And then, without saying anything, he pulled me gently into his arms.

The movement caught me off guard slightly, but I didn’t resist.

I let myself lean into him, my head resting against his chest as his arms wrapped around me securely.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

The words were softer than I expected.

I blinked slightly, surprised by it.

“It’s not your fault,” I replied immediately. “You weren’t there.”

“I should have been,” he said.

I shifted slightly, looking up at him.

“You sent Damon,” I reminded him gently. “If he wasn’t there…”

I didn’t finish the sentence.

I didn’t need to.

He understood it.

“I still should have known,” he said, his voice tightening slightly. “I should have anticipated something like this.”

I shook my head.

“No,” I said softly. “You can’t control everything.”

He didn’t respond to that.

Instead, his hold around me tightened slightly, like he didn’t agree but wasn’t going to argue it either.

“I…” he started, then paused.

I waited.

But he didn’t finish.

“What?” I asked quietly.

He exhaled slowly.

“I didn’t like seeing you like that,” he said finally. “Hurt. Surrounded. Vulnerable.”

I shifted a little closer without thinking about it.

“I’m fine now,” I said softly.

He didn’t answer immediately.

But I felt the way his hand moved slightly against my back, slow, steady, like he was calming himself through the contact.

“I love you,” he said after a moment.

I blushed faintly against his chest not expecting such strong words.

“I love you too,” I replied.