RHEA
I turned my head carefully (fought off by dizziness) and saw that my child was asleep in a chair beside the bed. He was huddled up into himself like a puppy, with his small body in defense of itself.
Behind him, Darius sat in the corner, watching both of us. He seemed wiped out like he hadn’t slept at all. He has dark circles under his eyes, he is unshaven and his hair is mussed.
"How long?" My voice came out as a croak.
"Sixteen hours," Darius said quietly. “Hayes said you’re supposed to rest,” she said, “but I knew you’d be up bright and early trying to run away.”
He wasn't wrong. I attempted to raise myself up, but my system positively would not stand it. My ribs screamed, my head swam, and I had to lie back down before I fainted.
"Rowan?" ‘And I asked the big question.
"Phy
