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The woman screamed as she burned alive. Apollo ran to her and carried her out of the flames. His experience told him everything he needed to hear, but he ran the medical diagnosis anyway. Third-degree burns over 90% of her body. Chances of surviving were practically nil.
He carried her softly in his arms, minding her baby bump.
He cried a little, and not because of the smoke.
He set her down on the medical stretcher. He didn’t know her personally, but she was one of his employees so that made her his responsibility. A responsibility that he had betrayed this day, by allowing the accident to happen. She was a week from maternity leave. A Greek-Nigerian, living in Athens all her life. You couldn’t tell the colour of her skin in this condition, anyway. All humans overcooked the
