Chapter 11The nurse worked quickly and silently, cleaning the deep gashes on Riley’s feet and wrapping them in clean, white gauze. True to her word, Riley forced herself to swallow every single bite of the food brought to the room. It was tasteless, but she forced it down, her eyes fixed entirely on the small, sleeping form of Iris.As the hours crept toward midnight, exhaustion finally won. Riley collapsed into the rigid armchair beside the bed, her mind drifting into a heavy, dreamless sleep.She woke up with a gasp at dawn, her heart racing.The room was warm. She blinked, realizing someone had gently draped a thick, dark blanket over her shoulders while she slept. On the bedside table sat a fresh cup of hot tea and a small bottle of specialized scar ointment for her feet.Riley pushed the blanket off her lap as if it had burned her. She knew exactly who had put it there. "I told him not to touch me," she muttered, shoving the blanket onto an empty chair.An hour later, the doo
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