Catli’s patient hadn’t moved at all in the four days since he’d found the man. He wasn’t worried, yet, though he held onto the feeling by a few fraying threads. At least the wounds were closing a little more each day.
Another dribble of water from the deep ladle spilled into his patient’s mouth and Catli stroked with gentle fingers along the apple of his throat. He cradled his patient’s head in the cup of his crossed legs. It was the only position he had found easy enough to hydrate the man, or anyone, really. Standing off to any side was too awkward when it came to watering a patient. The intimate position was a problem he tried to keep him mind off of, but this man made his thoughts difficult to control. The constellation of burns didn’t detract from the handsome lines of his face at al
