No Regrets

“The doctor will be here soon,” he said, clearing away the tray. “He’s going to check your vocal cords, make sure there’s no damage—and treat your injuries.”

He sat down beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Startled by the sudden closeness, Heesoo tugged the blanket up to her chest.

Only then did she remember—she was still completely naked.

And somehow, it didn’t feel awkward. Not with him.

“There’s not a single spot on you that isn’t bruised,” he muttered.

Calix flipped back the blanket near her feet and, without hesitation, pulled one bare foot into his lap. He began to rub it with his large, calloused hands.

Heesoo blinked, confused. He’d always been physically affectionate, sure—but this? A foot massage?

“Who the hell did this to you?”

His voice was softer than usual, almost gentle. Even the way he looked at her had changed.