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Chapter Forty-Eight
Castle uses the key in his hand to open the door.
“Why does the medical wing have to be locked?” I ask him.
He turns to me. He’s not very tall, I realize for the first
time. “If you’d known where to find him—would you have
waited patiently behind this door?”
I drop my eyes. Don’t answer. Hope I’m not blushing.
He tries to be encouraging. “Healing is a delicate process.
It can’t be interrupted or influenced by erratic emotions.
We’re lucky enough to have two healers among us—a set of
twins, in fact. But most fascinating is that they each focus
on a different element—one on the physical incapacitations,
and one on the mental. Both facets must be addressed,
otherwise the healing will be incomplete, weak, insufficient.”
He turns the door handle. “But I think it’s safe for Adam to
see you now.”
I step inside and my senses are almost immediately
assaulted by the scent of jasmine. I search the space for the
flowers but find none. I wonder if it’s a perfume. It’s
intoxicating.
“I’ll be just outside,” Castle says to me.
The room is filled with a long row of beds, simply made. All
20 or so of them are empty except for Adam’s. There’s a
door at the end of the room that probably leads to another
space, but I’m too nervous to be curious right now.
I pull up an extra chair and try to be as quiet as possible. I
don’t want to wake him, I just want to know he’s okay. I
clasp and unclasp my hands. I’m too aware of my racing
heart. And I know I probably shouldn’t touch him, but I can’t
help myself. I cover his hand with mine. His fingers are
warm.