Caleb
“What’s happening to me?” Luka whimpered. “I’m used to pain, but this was something different.”
She was crying, leaning over in the back seat, her head on my leg. I was stroking her hair, telling her it would all be okay. I didn’t need to believe it for it to comfort her. I hadn’t seen this sort of thing either.
Fortunately, Dr. Thorne had. I had been talking to him regularly to keep up with Luka’s care.
“It’ll be okay, Luka,” I told her, although consoling people was something new to me.
“How do you know?” Her eyes were big and moist.
“Dr. Thorne said this might happen, as a result of the rejection reaction,” I explained. “Once we get to the residence, the staff has your medicine prepared already. We have a private nurse for you.”
This seemed to quell the
