The medical room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the heater in the corner. I was propped up on a pile of pillows, feeling a bit like a doll that had been through a washing machine. My ribs were taped tight, and my face felt puffy, but I was alive.
Alaric was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully peeling an orange for me. Silas was at the foot of the bed, rubbing my feet with a calm look on his face, while Killian sat in a chair right next to my head. He hadn't stopped staring at me since we got back inside. It was like he was afraid I would disappear if he blinked.
"You need to eat the whole thing," Alaric said, handing me a slice of the orange. "The doctor said you need the vitamins."
"I can feed myself, Alaric," I said, reaching for the slice.
"I know you can," he replied,
