Rohan’s POV
Pain now felt normal like it was part of my routine now these days. Every breath I took pulled against the healing wound wrapped around my ribs, and every movement reminded me of the day Rebecca lost control in the training yard. The healers said I was lucky to still be walking after taking a blast like that.
But I wasn't feeling lucky.
I lay my back on the cot in the healing wing, staring at the stone ceiling while Lira carefully unwrapped the bandages around my torso. Anyone in this room breathing could perceive the shape smell of herbal mixtures. Around us, wounded warriors adjusted on nearby cots while healers moved quietly and quickly between them. The entire wing felt heavier these days — too many whispers, too many frightened looks, too much tension hanging in the a
