“Why wouldn’t you pick me? I’m a doctor, Ilmari.” “Yes, but in the moment of my injury, you wouldn’t be my doctor,” he reasons. “You would be my wife, Rakas. And I would spare you any pain.” His gentle words have tears springing to my eyes. “Ilmari—” “I would want any news of my injury to be mediated for you through the careful attention of one who loves you.” “Which of us did you pick?” Caleb asks. Ilmari holds his gaze. Caleb’s eyes go wide as Jake huffs an incredulous laugh. “Great, so we both picked Caleb,” Jake says with a wave of his hand. “So in the event of my best friend getting hit
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