When she wakes, her head is resting on Vadim's lap, his fingers gently stroking her red hair. Her torn dress is covering her nakedness, tied together by a ragged strip. There is no one else there but them.

She slowly sits up, shock still overtaking her. Her body aches, everywhere. She can feel Callen's seed still oozing out of her. Tears start to fall from her face.

Vadim slowly wraps his good arm around her, drawing her close to his chest, "Shhh," he coos.

She looks down at his mangled arm, pushing down the panic, trying to shove aside everything else so she can focus on just that. Coral doesn't...