The hospital was quieter at night, the lights dimmed to a soft hum, the corridors half empty. I left the others waiting in the car and walked in alone, my heels too loud against the polished floor.
I found him at the end of the third hallway, a chart in one hand, speaking in low tones to a nurse. Adrian had his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his white coat creased from too many hours, and when he looked up and saw me, the whole tired line of his face softened.
He finished what he was saying, handed the nurse the chart, and crossed the hallway in a few quick strides.
"Valentina." His eyes moved over me, quick and careful, checking for blood out of habit. "Is someone hurt?"
"No."
"Then you are."
"I'm not hurt, Adrian. I'm just..." I stopped, because I had no word for it. "Tired. My h
