The clinic doors shut behind me with a soft click, and I finally feel free since I've confined in the clinic. It took two months. One month in a coma and the second month for the rehabilitation of my weakened bones, but I feel good.
The scent of grass and morning dew fills my lungs, replacing the sterile air I've been breathing for weeks.
My body is still weak, my ribs aching with every step, but at least I'm walking on my own.
Caspian walks beside me, silent, his presence as commanding as ever. He came before sunrise, strange but he said he was going to be the one to lead me home.
He's been acting strange of recent. He's been a little more clingy than he's supposed to be, giving me more care than he's supposed to give an omega and his wait on maid, but who cares? I mean I almost died as far as he's concerned.
Besides, I'm revelling in his attention.