the job had injured you. you had been stabbed in the stomach, the blade piercing into your kidney.

nina did the best she could with healing you. all you could do now was rest.

kaz, despite how he acted, genuinely cared. he cared for all his crows, maybe more when it came to you.

he stands before the bed, cane gripped in between his gloved fingers. his dark eyes search your figure, lingering on your bandaged side.