Drio pulled me off. "He's breathing." He lay his hand on Ro's head. "He's breathing," he said, quieter.
I beat on Drio's chest, lost to the wild fury whipping through my blood. "Why didn't you have his back?"
"Cosa?"
"That's it, isn't it?" I snarled. "You and him. You screwed up with him before and he got hurt."
Drio grabbed my wrists and pushed me away. "You - " He dropped his head, almost deflating, then shook himself off and picked up one of the hand warmers that he'd thrown on the bed, kneading and cracking it to activate it. He tucked the warmer inside Ro's blanket.
Magic flared off my skin, flinging Drio sideways. "Don't. Touch. Him."
I didn't hear him leave, busy inserting the rest of the warmers in key points between Rohan's skin and his blankets and checking every few seconds that he was still breathing. When that was done, I reswaddled him, needing something to keep busy with, to keep my choking panic at bay.