Ronan had closed his eyes and didn't bother opening them. He focused on keeping his breathing as steady and slow as possible. "I'm fine." When he was certain the muscles in his face were under control, he opened his eyes. The only thing that betrayed the pain he was in was his pale face and how fast his heart beat, but the latter was much less obvious.

He reached for Adam's hand and laced their fingers together. "You worry too much." As if he hadn't declared not long ago that he was dying and very nearly proved himself right. And as if he wouldn't act the same way in Adam's place or possibly worse.