Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

Mason found himself crying, his eyes drifting to Tiffanie's wrists, marred by countless scars-some fresh, some faded each one a testament to her ongoing struggle. Her pain felt endless, etched into her skin. He quickly got out of bed, his fingers gently brushing over the scars.

Tiffanie stirred in her sleep, her brow furrowing as she muttered, trying to cover her ears as if to block out some invisible torment.

The sedatives had worn off.

Mason hit the call button, and soon Lewis walked in, tending to Tiffanie's wounds while speaking.

"Her depression is severe. The shock she's going through now will make her even more vulnerable. If you don't want to lose her, keep her close."

"Lewis, how do we fix this? I've looked everywhere, and everything says it's nearly impossible to fully heal."

Lewis stiffened, hearing the desperation in Mason's voice. Remembering the nurse's words about Mason's father still in the morgue, he sighed.

"It requires medication, but Tiffanie's not cooperative and she hates psychiatrists."

Mason fell silent, trying to imagine the horrors Tiffanie must have faced. With Everett and Victoria's madness looming over her childhood, it wasn't surprising she was struggling. Some wounds, he realized, might never heal, no matter how much love you pour into them. The room grew quiet until Tiffanie awoke, her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, the confusion and fear fading to a profound emptiness.

Seeing this, Lewis quietly left, sensing they needed privacy.

Tiffanie's eyes wandered around the room, finally realizing she was in a hospital.

Mason hoped she would speak, but her eyes, lifeless like a doll's, just returned to the ceiling.

Mason's heart was heavy, burdened not only by Tiffanie's condition but also by the aftermath of Everett's death, his body still in the morgue.

The police had asked if he wanted to press charges, but what was the point? Victoria, lost in her madness and now confined to an asylum, had already paid the price.

Looking at Tiffanie, Mason felt a grim sense of solidarity. They were both parentless now, bound by their shared loss. But he couldn't be sure if she felt the same way or if he was alone in this.

He sat quietly by her side, the silence between them unbroken.

The hospital staff brought in a nutritional meal, including soup and some lean meat strips.

Mason helped Tiffanie sit up, offering her a spoonful of soup.

Tiffanie refused, the hospital injections dulling her hunger. Despite not eating for days and the burning pain in her stomach, she found a twisted solace in he suffering.

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Mason's expression hardened, remembering Lewis's words about her drinking leading to a perforated stomach. He gently but firmly insisted she eat.

"Eat this; it's good for your stomach," he said softly but firmly.

But Tiffanie clenched her teeth, refusing to let the soup pass.

Mason's patience waned. He pried her mouth open, managing to get a spoonful of soup in.

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, but instead of swallowing, she bent over and vomited into a trash can, her body rejecting even the small amount she had consumed.

Mason, seeing her struggle, felt a surge of emotion, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Tiffanie, what are you doing to yourself?"

She didn't respond, simply wiping her mouth and rinsing with bottled water before lying back down, her face pale.

Taking a deep breath, Mason tried again, offering another spoonful of soup.

"You need to eat something, anything. Lewis mentioned your stomach issues when you were admitted; you haven't been eating properly."

The spoon hovered near her mouth, but she remained unresponsive.

Mason's frustration grew, a part of him wanting to force her to eat, to do anything to help her heal.

In a sudden move, Mason took the

soup into his own mouth, then

kissed her, pressing his tongue against hers, desperate to transfer the nourishment into her unwilling body.