Page 40 of Blazing Hearts

Mallory swallowed hard, forcing herself to appear composed as she glanced down at her hands, still trembling slightly. “She’s stable for now. We got through the worst of it. The next few hours will be crucial.”

Scotti’s jaw tightened, her eyes hard with worry. “She’s a tough one, Doc. She’ll pull through. She always does.”

Mallory nodded, the words doing little to ease the gnawing fear inside of her.

“I hope you’re right,” she whispered. And for the first time, Mallory allowed herself to truly believe in the possibility that they could have more time. That she would get to tell Kara everything she hadn’t said yet.

But as she stood there, watching Scotti walk away to deliver the update to Kara’s team, Mallory knew that even if she had that time, she would have to face the deepest fear of all: that Kara might not feel the same way.

But that was a worry for another time. For now, all Mallory could do was wait and hope that Kara would wake up. That she would have the chance to speak those words aloud. To tell Kara the truth before it was too late.

16

KARA

Kara’s head felt heavy, her mind sluggish, as though she was floating in and out of some half-formed dream. The sharp beeping of monitors was the only sound that cut through the haze, a constant reminder that she was no longer in the chaos of the warehouse. But where was she? And what had happened?

Her body felt wrong—her leg ached, her chest felt tight, and her throat was dry. Panic flared briefly, but the sensation was quickly smothered by the comfort of something soft, something warm. It took Kara a few moments to realize that someone was holding her hand, their fingers entwined with hers, offering a silent reassurance.

She tried to speak, but her mouth felt parched, the words stuck somewhere deep inside her. Her lips trembled as she made a sound, a low, unsteady groan. It was enough to stir the person by her side.

“Kara?”

The voice was a soft, gentle whisper, and yet it cut through the fog of her confusion like a lifeline. She strained to focus, her eyelids fluttering open.

At first, everything was a blur. The sterile white of the hospital room, the flickering lights above her, the IV drips in her arm—all of it was distant, out of reach. But through the haze, she saw her. Mallory.

Kara’s heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with the woman sitting beside her. Mallory was leaning forward slightly her hair tied back, her face drawn with exhaustion but illuminated by a quiet, almost fragile relief. The pale light of the hospital room made her features seem more delicate, but it was her big dark brown eyes that held Kara’s attention. They were filled with worry and care, tinged with something more, something deeper.

“Mallory…” Kara’s voice was barely a rasp, the word coming out in a whisper that barely made it past her cracked lips.

Mallory’s eyes widened, and she let out a breath as though she had been holding it for too long. She tightened her grip on Kara’s hand, her thumb stroking gently over Kara’s knuckles.

“Hey, you’re awake,” Mallory said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “I was so worried.”

Kara blinked slowly, trying to focus on Mallory’s face, on the reassurance that Mallory’s presence brought. But there was too much pain, too much disorientation, and her body refused to cooperate. Her head throbbed, and the weight of what had happened felt too heavy to lift from her chest. She could remember the explosion, the blast that had thrown her into the dark, suffocating pain, the dust, and the crushing feeling of helplessness.

“Kara?” Mallory’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Can you hear me? It’s okay, you’re safe now. You’re in the hospital.”

Kara tried to speak again, but the words came out in a barely audible rasp, the air thin and shallow in her lungs. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to ask what had happened or how long she’d been here. She wanted to say something—anything—that would ease the gnawing anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

But Mallory’s face was enough. That soft, kind expression of relief. Mallory was here, and that alone made everything seem a little less frightening.

“Mallory…” Kara said again, this time a little more firmly, but it was still barely above a murmur. She squeezed Mallory’s hand, and the warmth of her touch felt grounding, real. “What happened?”

Mallory’s gaze softened, and her thumb continued its slow, rhythmic movement over Kara’s hand, soothing her in a way that no words could. There was a brief pause before Mallory spoke, her voice low and steady.

“There was a fire, Kara. A warehouse… You were trapped. You… you’re okay now. You’re safe. They brought you in, and we’ve been taking care of you.”

Kara’s mind raced, fragments of memories returning, the chaos, the sound of crackling flames, the heat that felt like it had burned her skin. But everything felt distant, almost surreal, like a nightmare that hadn’t fully dissipated. She blinked, trying to force the memories into something coherent, but her body was still too weak, her head too foggy to make sense of it.

Pain surged through her leg, a deep, throbbing ache that made her wince. She shifted slightly, trying to move, but it only seemed to make the pain worse. A groan slipped from her lips, and Mallory’s grip on her hand tightened, her fingers pressing firmly into Kara’s skin.

“Shh, don’t move,” Mallory urged gently, her voice full of concern. “You’re okay, Kara. You’re safe. Just stay still. You’re in the hospital. We’re going to get you through this. I’ll get you some more pain meds.”

Kara’s breath came faster, shallow and ragged. She wanted to believe her, wanted to believe that she was safe, that she’d make it through this. But the fear still lingered, a shadow hovering just behind her thoughts. What if it had been too late? What if she hadn’t made it out of that fire? What if?—

“I’m here,” Mallory said softly, her voice like a balm, soothing Kara’s troubled mind. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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