Cassian’s POV
Hospitals made me itch.
Not my skin, not literally, but in my bones. Sitting here, strapped to IVs and taped ribs, with people walking past the door pretending not to stare...yeah, it was torture. Four days of this, and I’d almost rather take another claw to the ribs than stay stuck in this room.
Aria was the only reason I hadn’t already ripped the IV out myself.
She hadn’t left. Not once. I told her to, I barked at her to, but she stayed. She slept in that uncomfortable chair, head tipped against her arm, lips parted in the smallest way, like she didn’t even care that I was watching. Sometimes she’d jerk awake and snap at me if I moved too much. Sometimes she’d pace the room like she was about to tear into the nurses for checking in too slow.
I didn’t know what to do wi
