Rory’s POV:
To ensure it’s real, I open my eyes enough to catch movements when footsteps disturb me. Soon after, light spills into the room as Doctor Valencia opens the curtains. It’s a cloudy day, so my sleep-deprived eyes adjust to the onslaught with little pain.
“So, my king, according to the night nurse, your nightmares are back,” the good doctor states without question. “Do you want something for them?”
I shake my head, but she doesn’t glance in my direction. She continues to peer out the window. It’s not the first time I’ve refused medication. It might be nightmares, but I see them, my mates, in the dreams, and I’d rather be close to them and suffer than never see them at all.
“What was it this time?” Doctor Valencia asks, turning to face me. She walks to the chair beside my bed,
