Kamrynn’s POV
I hadn’t slept—not even for a second.
I had spent the entire time watching over Calvin, my gaze never leaving him, as if the sheer force of my will could somehow keep him tethered to life. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the quiet room, a haunting reminder that despite everything, he was still here—still breathing.
The bruises on his face had darkened, stark against the unnatural paleness of his skin. His lips were swollen, his arms bandaged where deep wounds had been stitched closed. Lorien had done a number on him. The sight of it left an unfamiliar weight in my chest, something tight and uncomfortable that I didn’t want to examine too closely.
My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and the doctor walked in.
She was an older woman with a calm,
