Octavia's Point of View
The bright lights of the campus hospital sting my eyes as we stumble inside, rain and mud dripping from our clothes. Doctors rush forward, their voices sharp and controlled, but I do not hear the words, they are background noise, muted against the pounding of my heartbeat.
Kai is lifted off our shoulders and onto a bed. I follow immediately, my hand still clamped to his side, refusing to let go as if my grip is the only thing holding him together.
“Pressure on the wound,” I mutter, breathless, to the doctor who takes my place. My palms are red and slick, and when I pull them away, it feels like I am leaving pieces of myself behind.
One of the doctors, a woman with sharp eyes and steady hands, glances at me. “You need to step back, miss.”
I shake my head, hoveri
