A Gift of Ghosts (Tassamara)
“The metal table, the dim light, the feel of the cotton hospital gown against her skin—all were bringing back memories, and while she was trying to feel grateful for Zane’s concern and Natalya’s helpfulness, mostly she just wanted out. Quickly.
The door to the room opened and Zane entered, trying to balance a few boxes with one hand while pushing the door with the other, not looking at her. He was unsmiling, Akira noticed, his brows drawn down over his blue-gray eyes, his face somber.
She frowned. She felt all right—bruised and stinging, but not seriously hurt. “I’m okay, aren’t I?”
His brows went up, almost startled. “Oh, yeah, you’re fine.”
He smiled, but Akira could tell that it was slightly forced. “Nat has delegated me to bandage your scrapes,” he adding, holding up his supplies.
She looked down at the abrasions, turning her arms out to show them to him. They were just brush burns, really, not deep or bleeding, but the skin was raw and red. “I hope you have some big Band-Aids.”
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