AYASHA'S POV
The medical wing smelled like herbs and antiseptic. Nothing like the grand halls we'd just left behind. The walls were plain white stone, lined with shelves of bottles and bandages. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, casting everything in a soft, clinical glow. It was much different that the healer room I was taken to two nights before.
They laid Koda on a bed in the center of the room. His skin looked even paler against the white sheets. His breathing was still shallow, but his grip on my wrist hadn't loosened one bit. The guards who'd helped us retreated to the corners, trying to look invisible while clearly listening to every word.
An Omega servant bustled around, gathering supplies. She was young, maybe my age, with nervous energy that made her movements quick and jittery. Her eyes kept darting between Koda and me like she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.
