(Aurora's POV)
I got to the hospital early.
Leo was awake when I arrived, sitting up against his pillows with a paperback balanced on his knee that he clearly wasn't reading. He looked better than yesterday. Marginally. The color in his face was still off, but his eyes were sharper.
Martha was already there, occupying the chair beside his bed, talking. She'd been talking since before I arrived, apparently - Leo gave me a look the moment I walked through the door, the particular look he'd perfected over years of shared suffering, the one that said *I have been enduring this for forty-five minutes, please help me.*
I set my bag down and pulled up the other chair.
"You look tired," Martha said to me immediately. "Are you eating properly? You're too thin. You always were too thin."
"I'm
