Wes's POV
I'm still kneeling in the dirt outside the packhouse when Jiren returns.
My father and Mr Orson are seated on the packhouse steps but stand as they hear the doors open behind them.
"She's stable" he says and you can sense the relief in the air.
"You can see her" he says softly, his glazed eyes looking me over before coming to help me to stand.
My knees wobble from being in the position for so long, and I'm thankful to Jiren as he holds on for a few extra moments before handing over a pair of shorts and moving away.
The walk is long, and I hear each of my steps echo through the empty halls as I make my way to her.
Stable.
He said stable... so why can I picture nothing but entering a room and seeing her lifeless body strawn out on a table... blood dripping on the cold flo
