Where The Heart Is

Soul couldn't believe how close he'd been to losing her, how narrow the margin was by which she was still breathing. But he wasn't going to question it, he was too thankful to question, to even notice his tears. None of it mattered because *she was still here, alive* and that was all that mattered, not him, and not his wounds for making sure of it. (Rated for language. SoMa.)