CASSANDRA
By the time I had Asher’s condition stable and under control, I was utterly exhausted. The clock on the wall read 4:00 AM, and I was certainly feeling the effects of being up so late.
It took a lot of effort and plenty of medicine, but Asher finally looked better than he had before. His breath was steady, no longer labored, the blueness of his lips had faded, and the swelling of his bite went down. Yet, he still hadn’t regained consciousness, so I needed to stay with him and make sure he was truly alright.
I pulled a chair up over to Asher’s bedside and then slumped into it with a long, heavy exhale. This felt like the longest night I’d ever experienced, longer than the night Finnick and I had spent in the woods.
I rested my head in my hands for a moment and closed my eyes. M
