Page 797 of End Game

Micah has her.

And she's good.

That realization settles through my chest almost physically.

I don't have to interrupt care that is already working just because my hands function again.

Ronan moves to my other wrist.

Micah is still focused completely on Cami.

He checks the skin along one arm with his fingertips, then turns her hand palm-up.

“Anything here?”

“No.”

“Here?”

“No.”

Cami's voice is getting stronger.

Good.

Micah brushes her hair away from her face.

“You did beautifully.”

Her eyes soften.

“Thank you.”

He kisses her forehead.

Small.

Tender.

Exactly enough.

By the time Ronan frees my legs, Micah has gotten half the water into Cami and convinced her to eat something from the aftercare supplies.

I rotate one ankle.

Bend both knees.

My shoulders ache from pulling against the restraints harder than I realized I had, but otherwise everything feels normal.

“Any joint pain?” Ronan asks.

“Just normal thirty-something-year-old man pains.”

His mouth twitches. “Very specific.”

“Medically precise.”

He snorts and finishes checking me.