"Come here."
A bandaged arm lifts to him, and he takes her hand as best he can, his fingers tingling unpleasantly beneath his own bindings.
Nausea rears its ugly head.
"I'm okay." Tugging his sleeve, she doesn't relent until he stretches out beside her, and then she scoots closer, closing the small distance between them. "We're okay."
Her injured arm drapes around him, and Sesshoumaru closes his eyes, carefully drawing her closer. A ridge of bandages lays under the thin material of her gown, and she is suddenly ephemeral, another to be lost.
"I'm okay," she whispers again.
He's not.
