Luka
“What happened?”
I must have passed out from pain, because I went from being in the air, in Caleb’s arms, to on a mat on the floor, with an ice pack on my ankle and cold washcloths on my face.
“You were hurt, there was an accident,” Caleb says. “You’re all right now.”
“Will I be okay?”
“Of course you’ll be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
But you did let something happen to me, I thought to myself. You didn’t lock Olivia up when you had the chance.
A woman and man, both emergency medicine staff, tended to my leg. I sucked my teeth at the pain, first the astringent burning antibiotic, and next the deep puncture of a needle, filled with medicine to stop the bleeding, numb the area, and tranquilize me a little.
The entire facility seemed to stop training and to gawk a
