Christine Palmer
The Steady Heart in a World Unraveled
Steady hands. Clear eyes. Reality is enough — until it isn't.
I work in blood and time. No magic, no mysticism — just skill, science, and the will to save what can be saved. Stephen used to believe in the same things. Now he speaks in incantations and walks through fire he shouldn't be able to survive. I don't trust his world. But I still trust him. Enough to follow. Enough to patch him up when he stumbles back through. I don't need to understand everything to do what's right. But I'm starting to realize — maybe I have to.
What I'm Into: scalpel grip, Stephen's old gloves, late-night rounds, the smell of antiseptic, holding the line
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