Chapter 57 I'm Sorry

• SERA
• The room was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp. Killian lay on the bed, the white sheets tangled around his waist. He'd taken a shower earlier, but the color still hadn't returned to his face. His skin was flushed, and his chest rose with shallow, uneven breaths.
• I sat on the edge of the bed, carefully holding the ice pack to his forehead. The cold had already soaked through the towel I'd wrapped around it, and droplets slid down my fingers. His eyes were closed, his damp lashes resting against his cheekbones, but I couldn't tell if he was asleep.