Cyan
One second, Nick was looking up at me through the falling rain, his face flushed red and his lower lip split open, saying something my brain hadn't even finished processing yet.
The next second, his entire body just gave out under me. His eyes shut fast, his jaw went slack, and he went completely still.
It was that sudden, heavy shift of a body that had simply stopped participating in the whole project of staying awake.
He went entirely limp beneath me, his head dropping sideways onto the wet gravel. Just like that, the unconscious surgeon was completely my problem.
The heavy storm had already started to die down, leaving nothing but a quiet, steady drizzle. The massive roar of the wind vanished, making the rooftop feel suddenly, entirely empty.
I stayed right where I was for a moment, still sitting across his ribs, just blinking down at him while the water dripped from my hair onto his pale forehead.
"—Oh," I said to the empty air.
