Chapter 21

Minerva picked up the medicine bottle beside her, preparing to treat Lucas' wounds. When she saw the large, raw gashes across his back, a flash of pain crossed her eyes. "You were hurt this badly… Why didn't you say anything?" she asked softly. If he had spoken up earlier, the rescue team could've prioritized him. He wouldn't have had to endure more suffering. Lucas gently brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb. "It's just a small injury. I'm fine." How could he have told her the truth? Back under the rubble, even though her voice had sounded calm, her hand had trembled slightly in his. He hadn't wanted to add to her fear. Minerva didn't respond. She silently set the medicine down and turned away, walking back toward her hospital bed without looking at him. "Minerva…" Lucas' eyes were filled with worry. He instinctively reached out to stop her. She didn't turn around. For a long moment, there was only silence, until finally, she took a deep breath. "Luca