Zubair did not let himself believe that Sera was alive until he confirmed it three separate ways.
First of all, her chest rose. Barely, but it moved a fraction of a centimeter as her lungs forced themselves to draw air into them. Next, the warmth of her skin against his palm let him breathe just a little bit more, knowing that at least half of her had the blood circulating. Finally, he could hear just the faintest sound of her heart as it struggled to beat in time.
Her body was in rough condition, but it was fighting.
Now, he could only hope that the rest of her had just as much fight.
Yes, she was alive, but the problem was that she wasn't there…
The cut that had cleaved through her torso had sealed shut, causing her blood to start slowing down, but the healing wasn't clean. Normally, the moment something hit her, a bullet, a knife, an rpg, her body healed before he had time to think about the impact.
