For a split second, everything sounded like white noise.

You couldn’t move — Wait, what exactly happened? — and it doesn’t take you long enough to figure you were practically wrapped in bandages. Moving felt like an extreme chore and even letting your eyes scan the bedroom you were in became rather languid.

Kayden?

“You’re alright.” There’s an incomprehensible expression painted across his features. You couldn’t exactly tell what your lover was thinking of, but it certainly wasn’t sympathy nor anger for your recklessness. If anything, it was something close to relief — you were okay. “You ended up badly wounded after one of the top ten targeted you.”

You part your lips to speak but no words come out; it’s not like it’d lessen his anger for what they did to you.

He reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his lips as he gently presses a kiss on your fingertips. “Rest for me. I’ll make sure those fools won’t ever think of messing with you anymore.”