No Cure For The Poisoned World

The air was colder in the evening. Cole thought she was going to turn into an icicle when the doctor suddenly scoops her up. A gasp leaves her lips when he reclines across the length of the bed. Snuggling Cole's smaller form as he spreads an additional blanket over them.

A blush heats in Cole's face as she grew conscious of their position. However, Vincent didn't seem to care and relaxed against the softness of the bed. "Get some sleep…" He exhales out, sensing her stare. "Once the damage is repaired, the power will be back on. So just… put up with me until then…"

Cole breathed in to calm her beating heart. Eventually, she relaxes and rests her head on his solid chest. She inhaled a mixed scent of Spring and a swirl of mint. This scent, as well as the heat from his body, surrounds her as she draws nearer to sleep. Steady beats of his pulse are all she hears. Cole smiled, listening to it as if it were the most beautiful music.
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Survivors of a collapsed society group up in order to protect each other. Among them, two doctors endured challenges as a deadly contagion spreads. Developing an unexpected bond with their patient. Both are determined to help her survive when threats rise.