The doctor's words hung in the air like a lead weight, pulling me out of my groggy haze and straight into a cold, biting reality. "Complication?" I rasped, my voice strained with fear.
Cassian stood abruptly, his chair scraping the floor as he moved toward the doctor. "What do you mean, 'complication'?" His voice was low, dangerous, as though he was barely holding himself together.
The doctor glanced at me briefly, then shifted his focus back to Cassian. "Perhaps we should discuss this privately."
"No." I forced the word out, despite the burning pain in my chest. "Whatever it is, I need to hear it too. No one is talking about me behind my back."
Cassian looked back at me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place—concern, maybe, or fear. He hesitated for a moment, then nod
