Ella We’re an almost ridiculously cheerful group about an hour later when Roger and Cora come to join me and Sinclair in his little clinic room. Roger is first through the door, his face stark with worry as he storms into the room after getting word – probably from Hank – that Sinclair is awake
“Precisely the right attitude, sis,” I sigh, leaning against my mate. “Where is dad?” Sinclair asks, leaning back into me. Roger tilts his head back towards the door. “In another room. He’s okay too but he’s…tired. And I think he feels a lot of guilt.” He grimaces a little and I do as well. Henr
Ella The four of us spent the next few hours talking, eventually ordering quite a bit of takeout and making some complicated plans while Sinclair ate his weight in Chinese food. The sight of him eating pleased me to no end, but eventually I could see him running out of steam. “All right,” I say
And then I kiss my mate again and, with a final squeeze of his hand, slip out the door. When I pull the door shut behind me, I turn to find Hank leaning against the wall outside of the door, as I knew he would be. “Ready to get to work?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at me. “You betcha,” I say
Sinclair I wake up frowning, knowing immediately that something is…well, not wrong, but certainly off. I reach out an arm, seeking Ella, but my hand passes over cold sheets. My frown deepens as I sit up and realize that she’s not here. A glance at Rafes bassinet makes it clear that he’s not here e
I’m silent for a beat as I try to figure out what to say, but then I just shake my head. “It’s nothing, Ella,” I respond, not wanting to add to her plate. I can see by the darkness under her eyes that she’s exhausted too. “Just…the fallout.” She nods, accepting my incomplete explanation, and focus
Ella It takes days to finish healing all of the men – long days with Cora and Hank by my side, explaining the intricate details of the wounds. We’ve found that it helps me concentrate the gift more completely when I know what is wrong – that it helps me to stitch all of the flesh together neatly i
“Are you all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands up straight and tucks his hands into his pockets, listening curiously. “Yes!” I say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little in my arms. “Everyone is finally all patched up.” “Incredible,” Henry says with a marvelous smile that