KAINE’S POV
I’m sick of hearing the same damn thing. The seventh healer tells me the same thing on the phone. I should be used to it by now, but each time, it feels like a punch to the gut. I know the truth; I’ve known it since the first healer told me the odds were slim. But hearing it again… it feels like they’re stripping her away from me piece by piece, and I can’t do a damn thing to stop it.
I stop just outside her door, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to gather myself. Jaime’s out getting her water. They say nothing can save her.
“Ka... Kaine?”
Her voice is a whisper, weak and strained. I can hear the pain in it, but I can’t look at her right now. I don’t know if I can bear it. Taking a deep breath, I go inside.
“I’m here,” I rasp. The words feel too heavy to say, too raw.
