Caden's POV

I had been pacing the room for minutes that felt too long.

Back and forth. From the door to the bed. From the bed to the wall. Over and over again.

Leslie stayed close to Gunnar, her hands busy with the herbs, checking his pulse, adjusting whatever she could, but I could tell from the tight look on her face that nothing she was doing was working the way it should. Every few seconds, her fingers would press against his wrist, then move away a little slower than before.

I dragged a hand through my hair and stopped near the foot of the bed, staring at Gunnar.

He...