Over the next few days, time lost all meaning.
Roxy drifted in and out of the heavy medical sedation, her shattered physical body desperately utilizing the chemical rest to knit her fractured bones and starved organs back together.
But even through the thick, impenetrable haze of the drugs, she was never truly unconscious of her surroundings.
She could feel them.
Their constant, suffocatingly safe presence blanketed the small room like a heavy, impenetrable shield.
Even without their massive, world-ending combat auras, the sheer physical gravity of six devoted men completely dominated the space.
She could smell the faint, lingering scent of pine, ocean salt, dark earth, and embers. She could feel the solid, reassuring heat of their bodies whenever they leaned over the rails of her bed.
Despite being humans now, they still havee their unique scent to them.
