The hospital room was bright, almost blindingly so, but the clean scent of antiseptic did little to calm the chaotic whirlwind spinning inside Severine's mind.
Her right wrist was neatly bound in a crisp, white compression bandage.
The doctor had been exceptionally thorough in rechecking it, likely because the young lord of the King family had been standing over his shoulder like a looming shadow of death just moments prior.
"Where were you?" Severine asked after the doctor left the room, leaving only the two of them.
The intense, blinding pain had finally simmered down to a dull, rhythmic throb, thanks to the heavy numbing agents acting on her nerves.
It gave her enough energy to talk to Killian. Yet, despite the physical relief, her heart refused to slow its erratic pace.
"Handling an annoying bug."
"Killian... Did you hurt Damien?"
