Northstar Vale I don't wanna hate you, kills me that I have too

He spoke of moving on, but she wasn’t certain there was anything that would remove the pain from his eyes. That, in her mind, was far worse than the wounds to her side, and faintly, she almost wished Germanicus had simply let the cougar finish her—a coward’s wish from the world.

She wanted to protest—but she knew he was right, and having dealt with difficult enough patients in the past she didn’t intend to become one herself. Silently, she gave a nod, and ever so slowly, she would try to push herself up, the hiss of breath and clench of her teeth her focus to keep from crying.

“Make sure you look after yourself, first,” she mumbled, as she was settled once more into the healing den, and when he would go, she would stare blankly at the dark walls of the den, wishing the time away.