Dorothy's POV
Exhaustion weighs down every muscle in my body, yet sleep remains elusive. My limbs feel twisted and uncomfortable, positioned at awkward angles that make rest impossible. Did I collapse over my medical textbooks again during another late night study session?
The moment my eyes flutter open, reality crashes back. I'm lying in the pack hospital where Joseph recovered, having spent more hours tending to wounded warriors in a single evening than during my entire hospital residency combined.
Joseph's distinctive teakwood scent envelops me completely, confirming that I'm curled up beside him on the narrow medical bed.
Karl's familiar presence reaches my senses too, though something feels off. Neither man speaks, creating an unusual silence that stretches between them.
I crack my eyes open cautiously, keeping my body perfectly still while observing their intense stare. They're locked in what must be a mind link conversation, their gazes focused and serious.
