Naoki had had a rough night. The day wasn’t a remarkable improvement.
Overcome with exhaustion, Reika had crashed at his place, taking up the majority of the bed and the sheets, and sleeping like a drugged baby. In contrast, Naoki hadn‘t gotten a wink. He’d just kept seeing Reika’s hand healing before his very eyes, especially when those eyes drifted closed. When sleep came close, it was other, older wounds he saw sealing flawlessly against all logic, until fear and anger jolted him awake.
The knitting of flesh had been a disturbing thing to watch, a wriggling sensation crawling over his skin and making his insides squirm with distaste. Reika had wanted to try it again but Naoki wasn’t ready to see that. He’d seen enough to believe, and that was all that was necessary.
Neither of them h
