The afternoon flies by faster than either of us expects, and before we know it, we're standing inside Healing Wings as our friends pour in the door.
"Hey, guys, we're going to meet in the building out back. There's pizza and beer out there." Cam waves her hands like a flight attendant pointing to the exit routes to direct the traffic. I can't help but giggle.
"I told you no food, Cam," I holler at her over the noise of our friends.
"I didn't listen," she calls back before the gaggle of people moving to the other building carries her off.
When I turn to Moby, he's stark white, having lost all color, fear marring his face.
"Moby?" I question in concern. When he doesn't respond, I call out to him a little louder, "Moby? Are you all right?"
His head snaps in my direction. "I can't do t
