Tender Aftermath

Thalia’s POV

A low hum lingered in my skull from the chaos of the assault, making the bedroom tilt slightly while the ceiling fan turned lazily above me and the lights flickered at odd intervals. Thick bandages wrapped my head, and my arms felt far too heavy to lift off the mattress.

Just a few minutes ago, the boys had been crowded around the bed, their small hands clinging to me as they cried.