Cassius
When Clover's eyes shut, Cassius had a hard time reining in the worry. Would that be the last time she ever looked at him? What if she never opened her eyes again? The healers immediately began working on the Heir of Daramond addressing each wound, wiping blood off of her, stitching the ones that needed to be stitched, removing the bullet that had lodged itself in her stomach, and applying ointment that would help with the pain when she woke. It would take her body a while to work the iron out of her system and Cassius was sparing no expense to help his mate.
He felt like a fool for his actions. How could he have been so blind to the opportunity in front of him? How could he have thought missing out on this wonderful creature was the best thing for them both? That didn't matter n
