The hospital room was quiet in the way only places of recovery ever were, too white and too still, humming faintly with machines that pretended everything was under control. Arielle sat beside Liam’s bed, fingers wrapped tightly around his uninjured hand like letting go might make him disappear. His face was mottled with bruises now, swelling blooming purple and yellow beneath the harsh light. A bandage crossed his temple, another wrapped his ribs. He was conscious and alert, even joking earlier, but that didn’t erase the image Damian showed her, it was burned into her mind, blood on concrete. Damian stood near the window, one hand in his pocket, the other resting flat against the glass. He hadn’t moved much since they arrived. Security had quietly filled the corridor outside within minutes of their arrival. Doctors had been thorough, cautious, respectful in that way people were when Damian Blackwood was present. Liam would recover, No internal damage, Pain, yes. Trauma, yes. But
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