Eilika's fingers twitched against the linen sheet before a sudden, raspy cough racked her chest. Her eyelids fluttered and finally blinked open.
Damian moved instantly, lowering his frame onto the edge of the mattress. He slipped his forearm beneath her neck to support her, using his other hand to gently stroke her uninjured brow, attempting to soothe the tremors shaking her frame. The moment she recognized him, Eilika buried her face into his chest, her fingers clutching desperately at his waistcoat.
"I—I thought I was dead," she sniffled as the terror of the blast finally broke through her shock.
Recognizing the privacy the couple required, the physician quietly stepped back toward the edge of the bed.
