Christian's eyes started to flutter closed mid-sentence, and I watched his body basically give up on him. The adrenaline from the fight was crashing hard.
"Christian, whatever Harold said can wait," I said, pushing him back against the pillows. "You literally just fought for your life like two hours ago."
"But—"
"No buts. Rest first, cryptic villainous father drama later."
Christian's jaw tightened, but exhaustion won. His breathing was getting raspy and labored in that way that made my chest hurt. I arranged the pillows around him, super careful with his ribs because I'd seen Harold slam into that side during the fight.
"Fine," Christian muttered. "But we're talking about this."
"Sure. After you don't look like you're about to pass out."
I grabbed the medical kit fr
