Saint:
I sat on the examination table, as still as a statue, while the doc poked and proded my bare chest. A few spots sent a searing pain through my body, but I barely flinched, Shay was watching beside me like a hawk, and I refused to let her worry anymore than her already was. I gave her tiny hand a gentle sweeze of reassurance, pulling her from her thoughts. She offered a soft smile, but it didn't reach her big blue eyes. She was scared, I could see it on her face. Her tired eyes, wrinkled forehead and twitch of her lips said more than her mouth could say. The doctor’s voice was steady and reassuring as he checked over my wound. I was still a nasty wound, but it was getting better slowly. I lay there, still a bit sore from that bullet, but it was healing better than I had dared hope.
