KEIRA 

"How do you feel now?" Clint asked, stroking my hair.

We were in my room, safely locked away from most staff and the annoying security guard. We had asked them not to mention the incident that afternoon to Papa. Clint had tucked me into bed and had washed my face with a wet towel, ensuring I was given anything I wanted. 

I felt great, and I let him know. He smiled at me in return, silently watching me. 

"I could be better, though," I mentioned, shuffling to sit up. 

"Oh, you ...