"Ciara!" A voice came and slowly my surroundings took form. I looked up to see a white ceiling with a small window above me. Orange light filtered through and when I looked down at my body, I found myself wearing a starchy hospital gown. My legs were wrapped in bandages and when I looked at who called me, I saw Callan staring at me worriedly.
Dark bags rested under his eyes and his face was sallow. His hair was disheveled, his clothes rumpled and he looked exhausted. What happened? Why did he let his mortal shell deteriorate?
"Lan?" I croaked out, my voice hoarse from lack of use.
Tears burst from his eyes and he engulfed me in a tight hug.
"Ciara! Oh, my Caelestis!" He exclaimed, his voice muffled against my neck.
"Figlionii? Are you okay? I heard screaming…" Victor's sleepy voice c
