Afternoon light filled the room, the sun coming in through the open window and stretching across the floor as dust drifted in the air.
Iyisha stood near the table with a bottle in her hand, taking small sips as she watched Malcolm from across the room.
He sat on the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, one hand resting against his chin as his eyes stayed fixed on Lance, unmoving for too long.
She lowered the bottle and studied him.
He hadn't shifted.
Hadn't rested.
"I'll watch him," she said as she stepped closer.
Malcolm didn't look at her.
"Go rest," he said. "You haven't slept enough."
"I slept," she said. "You didn't."
He stayed quiet.
"You need it," she added. "Even trained men fall if they don't rest."
His hand shifted slightly against his chin, but his gaze stayed locked on Lance.
Iyisha exhaled and lowered herself, kneeling near his feet as she looked up at him.
"He's not waking up faster if you stare at him," she said.
