Mikayla POV
The faint smell of antiseptic makes my stomach roll with nausea. I hate being stuck in the hospital, especially knowing this is going to cost me an arm, a leg, and a few more body parts on the black market. Rafe hasn’t left my side since the doctor agreed to let me go into the same room as Tash. He has pulled his chair close to my bed, his hand gently brushing my arm or stroking my face. The way he stayed with Tash while the doctors checked me over—quiet, watchful, making sure she was okay without a fuss—made my chest ache in the sweetest way. Around us, I can hear the distant murmurs of patients and the low humming of machines, but the sorrowful cries echoing down the corridor shatter my heart. I am surrounded by sadness, but he is my shining light, pulling me from the darkne
