Evaline:
I should have gone back to sleep.
He told me to.
But as I sat upright on my bed, watching him wince under the soft light while blood soaked through his clothes, I realized that wasn't an option anymore. Not for me.
The old Eva might have kept her head down and remained hidden under the covers, pretending she didn't see a thing.
But I wasn't her anymore. I was changing, for the better..
I pushed the blanket off and slid off the bed. "You are bleeding," I repeated quietly.
He didn't even look at me. "So?"
"So," I said, frowning, "you are injured. Badly."
"I'll heal," he muttered, half-sitting, half-slumping into the chair by the desk. "Just mind your business and go to sleep."
"No."