Without warning, he spun me around until I was facing him.
The movement stole my balance.
I stumbled a little, but before I could regain my footing, both of his hands settled firmly around my arms.
Just firmly enough to stop me from running away from him.
Or attacking him again.
I looked up at him and discovered that he looked different.
He was still dressed in a hospital gown beneath a dark jacket someone had probably thrown over his shoulders, but there was no hiding how pale he was.
His skin lacked color and his lips were slightly dry.
His lips.
I instantly averted my eyes.
There were faint shadows beneath his eyes.
Even standing this close, I could tell he wasn't fully recovered.
Yet somehow, he still managed to tower over me.
Something about him felt different.
It was
