Kael.
"It'll take some time but he'll be fine." The female doctor, Ava, whose eyes never left Zevran's face even for a single moment, said again and I nodded, even though I wasn't quite convinced.
Merely looking at Caelum's pale face made my chest hurt in ways I couldn't even begin to explain. The corners of my eyes stung with tears and my limbs trembled when I tried to move.
"Kael, you look quite unwell. I think you should go home." Zevran's voice seeped into my ears but I couldn't bring myself to respond.
I simply nodded but I didn't move.
Because I felt sad. I felt like shit. And I felt filthy. Filthy because even though my brother was in a critical condition right now, a part of me was still glad that Leilani wasn't the one shot.
Filthy because even if we were to relive that moment for a second time, I'd still prefer if I was the one hurt, and not her.
Obsessed much? Maybe.
