Unseen Marks

The brutal nausea from the IV flush didn't stop at the clinic. After throwing my guts up until the bags were empty, Dr. Nessa let Kastor take me home. He mind-linked the entire pack to clear out of the main areas so nobody would see me like this. I hated being vulnerable. I hated pity. I was accustomed to dealing with crap on my own. Having Kastor glued to my side every step of the way felt strang