A Thousand Corpses, One Name

They burst into a nearby lounge, where Kiti had already prepared blankets and first-aid supplies. Jazz laid Fanfar gently onto a couch and took off his shoes. He then gently brushed the wet hair away from Fanfar's forehead, his touch lingering on the pale skin. “He’s still too cold.”

Kiti began to move towards Fanfar, but Jazz's hand shot out, halting her. "Check Killian," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Kiti's eyebrows arched. 'He's really taking care of him,' she thought, a strange pang of jealousy tightening her chest. She couldn't understand why Jazz was so invested in Fanfar's well-being.

She kneeled beside Killian, assessing his condition. "He's stable," she said after a tense moment, her hands steady as she worked. She glanced at Jazz, her brows furrowing. "What the hell happened out there?"