Logan
Pain rippled through every fiber of my body like wildfire, blooming from the wound in my shoulder. I watched Evelyn’s eyes pop wide, fear flooding her features.
The world tilted. Sounds dulled to a low, distant thrum. Then darkness clawed at the edges of my vision, and I dropped to my side, unable to even hold myself upright.
“Logan!”
Her arms caught me, and her voice sounded as though it were underwater now or echoing in a tunnel I couldn’t climb out of. My lungs burned. Blood soaked through my torn shirt, dripping from the arrow wound.
I could hear my Gamma unit arguing and growling loudly about how best to handle me, but she was so calm and still. So sure as she laid me down and began to inspect the wound.
Everything hurt. But oddly… the only thing I could think of was
