It is fifteen minutes before Nurse Emma appears with the medical kit, led by Isaac.
Fifteen minutes.
I count every one of them.
Alicia’s wound already looks better, but not enough. Not fast enough. Isaac hands me the spare clothes and stays awkwardly at our side while Nurse Emma crouches beside Alicia.
An omega has the balls to stay here with us, I mutter to Astraea, anger still simmering under my skin like something molten, but the alpha on patrol is nowhere to be seen.
We do not know why he isn’t here, Astraea points out. What if he was attacked?
No.
The answer comes too quickly.
Too certain.
He would survive several of these.
I know that as if I have seen it.
Which is ridiculous.
I have not seen it.
I just know.
Nurse Emma rummages in the kit and produces a small vial. I w
