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~Damon's POV
Rowan's face went hard. Kael opened his mouth. Both of them moved slowly, like the weight of what had happened sat on their shoulders. They didn't need telling twice, but they still hesitated.
"Damon…" Rowan started.
"Leave." I didn't let him finish. "You have no right to stand here and argue while she lies there."
Kael's jaw tightened. "We're not arguing. We…"
"Go." My voice broke on the last word.
"Go and get air. Leave the room."
They looked at me as if they wanted one last thing to say, but nothing fit. They walked out slowly, heavy steps, each carrying his own guilt. I watched the door close, and I felt both relief and a fresh burn of anger.
I turned back to the bed.
She was still asleep. Her face was white in a way that hurt me in my chest. The light from the candle made her cheek look thin, fragile. Her lips were cracked. Her breath came slow, like the tide pulling out.
"Doctor," I croaked.
