Rachael POV
They rushed me through the pack hospital doors so fast my head spun.
White lights passed over me. Voices came and went. Hands lifted me, settled me and pressed things against my skin. I tried to focus, but everything felt distant, like I was underwater. The smell of disinfectant filled my nose. Somewhere close, I heard Eryx’s voice.
“I’m here,” he said. “I’m not leaving.”
I turned my head slightly. He stood beside the bed, shoulders tight, jaw set. His eyes never left my face. Someone told him he needed to step back. He didn’t move.
They treated me quietly. No rush in their movements, but no wasted time either. I felt fingers on my wrist, something wrapped around my arm, a cool cloth pressed to my forehead. My stomach still felt wrong, unsettled, but the dizziness slowly e
