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I tucked David into bed last night, but couldn’t bring myself to leave him. What if something happened and I was sound asleep in my own bed across the hall? I’d never be able to live with myself. I’ve been trying to sleep on the couch, but it’s mostly been a failure. Thoughts of him bleeding out before Ace can heal him have haunted my dreams. I tiptoe across the room, relieved to find him still alive and sound asleep. He’s laid on his back so I slowly pull the blankets back, finding that blood had soaked through the gauze. Damn. I try my best to peel the tape back without waking him, but he stirs. “What are you doing?” he groans out, stretching his arm out to the side. “You bled through the gauze,” I say softly. “I’m just making sure that it's stopped and Ace was able to fully h