see six beds, three occupied. Catching my entrance, a couple healers cringed back.
He was in the last bed on the right and I strode toward him. Seeing him, truly seeing him. He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t in a facility.
His face was bruised, and he had a jagged cut on his forehead that would leave a scar, for sure. Across his chest, I could see where the bruises on his ribs were fading, where his body was slowly healing. But none of that mattered. He was alive.
Hands and feet were strapped down tightly at the wrists and ankles, and a blanket was thrown over his lower body. His chest was bare and his skin was dimpled with goose flesh in the cool air, the pulse of his heart beating in the hollow of his throat.
My hand hovered for a moment before I let it slowly drop and rest over his heart.
“Killian.”
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