Edri lay inside the cramped stone alcove, her cheek resting against the springy emerald moss Rex had laid out for her.
The white medical coat was pulled tightly up to her chin, its fabric still carrying the faint, sharp smell of antiseptic and the stubborn smell of Rex's sweat still lingering in her nose. "Man… am I gay?"
Outside the alcove, the cave was bathed in a silent, undulating blue light, cast by the moonlight filtering through the heavy waterfall curtain.
Drip. Drop. Drip.
The steady cadence of water droplets hitting stone was the only sound keeping her tethered to reality.
Edri shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn't drag against the fresh sutures across her lower stomach.
A sharp, hot ache throbbed beneath the tight linen bandages, making her draw in a ragged, shallow breath.
She reached down, her slender fingers tracing the thick, rigid edges of the surgical dressing.
