Panting, Dorothy retraced her steps to the hospital room door, timing herself perfectly to arrive at the ten-minute mark. She pushed the door open.

True to his word, Everett hadn't locked it from the inside.

He emerged from the bathroom, drenched from head to toe, leaving puddles in his wake.

Dorothy knew he wasn't in the mood to talk, so she briskly went to the wardrobe, grabbed a change of clothes, and without waiting for his consent, began peeling off his soaked garments.

Everett didn't say a word, passively letting her strip away his wet clothes and dress him in fresh ones.

Once she was done, Dorothy felt nearly spent.

She wrapped her arms around Everett's waist and whispered, "How about you lie down for a bit, huh?" "You're not gonna ask?" "I'm not asking." She rested her cheek against his chest. "Whatever you found out there, I won't pry. Just tell me if you're hurt, let me put some ointment on, okay?" He shook his head, his large hand pressing hers firmly against his heart.

fix me." Dorothy had a sinking feeling that his troubles had

few days left in her one-month agreement with Jonathan,

these last days with

to the bed and tucked him under a thick comforter, then clung to him tightly, sharing her warmth. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet

sleep, okay?" She didn't insist on applying medicine, just

had left that dawn, but one thing was sure: something had happened

had laid on her waist tightened, pulling her entirely

eyes cast downward, "Everett, stop hurting yourself. Abigail and Langston are still waiting in Swevia Country. If you wear yourself out, they'll be left without a

had

intertwined in countless ways; it wouldn't all just end

"I won't." She freed a hand to stroke his hair. "Sleep, and I

gazed at Dorothy, then leaned

tilting her head to

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