Lacey
I looked across the hospital room. Fin’s wound was pulling itself together; I could see the skin reconnecting more every second as the blood dripped through the tube pumping into his veins.
I stood from my bed, my ankle already almost fully healed like nothing had even happened. But my brain wouldn’t forget, and my heart didn’t heal as fast. My dead men lying on the ground flashed in my mind. All of my injured warriors. Fin’s battered body lying there. And I wasn’t strong enough to save it in time, before we were hurt, before we lost lives.
I made it to Fin’s bed, sliding carefully beside him, making sure I didn’t brush any of his injuries that were healing and delay the process. His eyes fluttered open and filled with relief when he saw me sitting beside him. He reached a hand up
