"I'm ready to go back to the fight," Brandon told Alina.
"No, you're really not," Alina argued.
"I'm ready mentally, physically will catch up soon enough," Brandon said stubbornly.
"You've got a nasty infection in your leg, you'll heal, true, but we need to monitor you in the meantime."
"While everyone else fights in my place? While they risk their lives? I don't like sleeping in comfort, eating hot food and all that while I know people I care about are working twice as hard with less than half the comforts."
"That's what hospitals are for, Brandon," Alina rolled her eyes.
Brandon reached out and grabbed her hand. The sparks had faded to almost nothing, but she still felt something when he touched her. She didn't like it. She pulled her hand back, "just three more days okay? Then
