Dorgan
The hours crawl by in silence. I haven't moved from her side. My hand rests gently over Sasha's, the warmth of her skin grounding me, though my mind is still a storm of thoughts. She's alive. That's the only thing that keeps me from spiraling.
Her breath comes slowly and steadily, though her eyelids remain closed. I keep my gaze locked on her, taking in the faint rise and fall of her chest and the delicate curve of her lips. There's a serene beauty to her even now, though she's still caught in the quiet aftermath of what happened. The battle is over, but my fight for her is only beginning.
The door to the hospital room opens quietly, and Kuma enters, his large form looming in the doorway. His eyes are weary, but there is a sense of relief in them.
"Dorgan," he says softly, his
