The medical wing felt much larger when it was quiet.
Sebastian lay back against the pillows, arms folded behind his head as he stared at the faint pattern of the ceiling tiles. The room still smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender, one of Marin's compromises between medical necessity and Lucas's insistence that his children shouldn't grow up associating every infirmary with hospitals. The IV at his elbow dripped steadily, the cool medication soothing the last remnants of heat crawling under his skin.
