Eliana POV
The walls were too white.
Too clean.
Too quiet.
The silence that rubbed on your ears until your heartbeat seemed to be invasive to it.
I was lying in the healer bed on my back, my skin was cold even under the sunlight of the high windows. Each of my breaths was like one that did not belong in my chest. Too shallow. Too… weak.
I hated this.
I hated this.
I turned my head, and saw, just enough to be satisfied with it, the wooden table by the side of the cot. A cup of tea--not quite cold the pale smoke of herbs curling up to the air. Curled like a fur blanket of military neatness was at my feet. Neat. Present. Waiting.
Alexander’s doing.
Of course.
Always him.
Always there.
I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. So I did neither. I just stared at the tea until it blur
