She was losing focus and control as he threw the smallest bits of kindness at her. It was stupid. He had decided to be nice once, and all of a sudden, she was caressing his skin, hoping he would sleep and be well-rested. When did his health become a important factor? She never planned on worrying for him. It was a feeling that was simply just there. No matter how many times she would force her emotions to the ends of her brain, the worrying kept rising, pushing its way to the front. She hated it.