Octavia's Point of View
The doctor gives a few more instructions, but I barely register them. My heart pounds too loud, my whole body strung tight between fear and relief. When he finally nods his head for me to go in, I am on my feet before Rafael even moves.
The door feels heavier than it should, but I push it open and slip inside.
The smell of antiseptic clings to the air. Machines hum softly, steady and constant. And there he is, Kai, lying against the stark white sheets, pale but breathing, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that anchors me instantly. His arm and chest are bandaged, the fabric stark against his skin.
I press a hand to my mouth, swallowing down the knot in my throat. He looks… breakable. Kai, who always carries himself with such strength, who took a blow for
