By nightfall, Talon returned to the hospital carrying Vladimir's book and battered wolf plush tucked carefully against his side as though they were not ordinary belongings, but recovered relics from a life he had only just been allowed to touch. The corridors were quieter now, softened by the peculiar hush hospitals took on after dark, when exhaustion settled into the walls and even the fluorescent lights seemed to dim into something gentler. When he reached the doorway of the room and stopped there, the sight waiting inside held him so completely that for a moment he simply stood motionless and let himself look.
