The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, a harsh contrast to the earthy musk of rain beyond the hospital's arched windows. I shifted under the crisp white sheets, my fingers twitching at my sides. Resting was not in my nature, and this sterile prison had only magnified my impatience. Zhi felt the same way, and drummed her tail against the ground in her void, as my eyes darted toward the door. Thinking about making a break for it.
''And you're sure it's safe for her to leave?'' Caspian's voice was smooth but edged with steel, his broad frame rigid beside me. I had never seen him so tense, not that I'd known him for long.
Doctor Arlo, hesitated before nodding. ''She needs to take it slow for the next few days, but yes, she can leave, as long as she promised to rest.''
''I do.'' I
