Zeldric
I am barely aware of being moved from one place to another. I don’t think it’s the wounds. My entire damn body hurts, but what I struggle with the most is the exhaustion. I don’t even remember the last time I was able to sleep. I hear voices around me, but the darkness pulls me back in, and everything fades away.
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Heat surrounds me—a humid warmth that envelops my limbs, my torso, and my neck. I am lying on my back and feel hands moving over my shoulders and then my face. They sink into my hair, and I take a deep breath. It’s soothing. A familiar scent fills my nose. It’s Jenkins. I’m sure of it.
I gather what little strength I have left to open my eyes, first one, then the other. The white light stings my vision.
“You’re awake,” she whispers, and I feel those hands on my fa
