KYRIE.
She was sleeping. Thankfully, she wasn't in any kind of danger anymore. The doctor assured me so.
All she needed at the moment was just enough rest.
Her wounds had been stitched, too. She should be fine before we are ready to leave this God forsaken place.
I'd tucked her in myself if that wasn't obvious enough that I'd completely lost the plot. The stitches were neat. The blanket was warm. Her pulse was steady.
I had no excuses left to hover around, but here I f*****g was.
Saint and the crew weren't back yet, so I decided to sit and watch over her until they returned.
I started it. So, I had to see it through to the end. Just had to make sure she was fine. Simple logic.
A part of me itched to pull her into some kind of awkward, uninvited hug and apologise on her stepbrother
