THIRD POV
The door to Ethan’s room clicked softly as the group settled in, the air still carrying the faint scent of antiseptic from the clinic. Ethan, sitting on the edge of the bed, flexed his ribs cautiously, wincing a little but saying nothing. He wasn’t one to complain, not about minor injuries, and the others knew it.
“Man, that was… something else,” muttered Luca, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He shook his head and let out a low whistle. “I still can’t believe what Luna Faye did. She didn’t even hesitate.”
“Yeah,” added Jasmine, pacing near the foot of the bed. “I mean, it’s not like she’s ever… you know… snapped like that. Not that I’ve seen.”
Ethan shifted uncomfortably on the bed, glancing at each of them. “Look,” he said quietly, “I know she didn’t mean to… to hurt
