CASSANDRA'S POV~
Dario's blood was everywhere.
On the sheets. On my gloves. On the front of my scrub top. On my trembling hands.
But he was alive.
His breathing was faint but steady now as I wrapped the last bandage around his ribs. His skin was pale, the lashes of his eyes fluttering lightly like he was dreaming. Poor thing was too weak to even speak. He'd slipped in and out of consciousness the entire time I worked on him, but now… now he was still. Asleep.
I sat back on the little stool, pressing my fingers into my eyes until I saw stars. Every part of me ached—my back, my neck, my shoulders—and my head throbbed like a drum. My breath came out in a long, tired sigh as I slowly peeled the gloves off and tossed them into the bin.
I stood, stretching the stiffness from my bones, and
