Rue’s POV

Later, after Percy drove me back to the hospital, the nurse carefully reattached the torn stitches in my arm.

Percy stood beside the bed, one hand resting lightly at my waist as if the contact itself reassured him that I was alive and okay.

“Hold still,” the doctor instructed gently.

When they finally finished and wrapped my arm securely, Percy thanked the medical staff then personally adjusted his jacket around me.

“Its only a few stitches…I’ll be okay” I murmured ...