Noah winced as he peeled off his shirt, revealing angry red burns across his shoulders and back. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving him acutely aware of every injury he'd sustained during the rescue. He'd managed to slip away from the medical teams, not wanting to explain why his injuries weren't consistent with someone who had supposedly been nowhere near the worst of the flames.
His phone buzzed on the desk, drawing his attention. A message from Sophie.
*Meet me at the fountain in 20? Need to talk.*
Noah texted back a quick affirmative, then stepped into the shower, hissing as the cool water hit his burns. His was rapid but would take some minutes before it all went away. Right now, he felt completely drained.
