Patience yet longing

I shut my eyes and pictured him—blood on his shirt, that slow, crooked smile. My heart hurt. “Damien… where are you?”

“Safe enough for now,” he said, evasive.

“You should be in the hospital, I wanna see you.”

“No,” he said quietly. “You have to stay strong and wait for me, and don’t forget to eat.”

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