Ivy had always been there, somewhere within the pack, even when they had ignored her, resented her, or treated her as an inconvenience. Seeing her reduced to a motionless figure surrounded by medical equipment was different.
It was much harder to look away from.
Kael had asked for the only chair in the room to be removed.
He didn't want anyone sitting between him and Ivy, nor did he seem interested in having a place to rest while everyone else stood scattered around the room. Once the chair had been taken away, he slowly rolled his wheelchair toward Ivy's bed and positioned himself beside her, close enough to see her clearly without having to strain.
For a while, he simply looked at her.
Then his gaze shifted toward the basket of fruit on the bedside table. He reached out, picked up a
