(Damon)
The door shut behind me with a soft click, leaving Elara inside with her friend. For a moment I stood there in the light filled corridor, staring at the bland white walls as if they might give me answers. They didn’t. All I could hear was the muffled hum of machines from the other side, her quiet presence clinging to my skin like smoke.
I dragged a hand down my face, smearing at the streak of dried blood on my cheek. It was Camila’s blood. Elara’s best friend had bled out in my arms, and if she had not been strong enough to hold on or if the doctors had not been fast, I would’ve been delivering a dead body instead of a patient.
That thought alone sickened me in my gut. I had been at war long enough to bury more men than I could count, but seeing Elara break apart over her frien
