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 something to do with her, but she dared

agreement with Jonathan, she

these

under a thick comforter, then clung to him tightly, sharing her warmth. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

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

that dawn, but one thing was sure: something

her waist tightened, pulling

fall asleep, will you leave?" "I won't. I'll stay right here with you." "And afterward?" Her lips quivered, eyes cast downward, "Everett, stop hurting yourself. Abigail and Langston are still waiting in Swevia Country. If

had

lives were intertwined in countless ways; it wouldn't all

hair. "Sleep, and I promise

gazed at Dorothy, then

dodge, tilting her head to

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