“Stay put,” I said. “I’ll be right there.”
My own anxieties heightened, as I rushed around, looking for my coat and keys.
How could the potion be lost? Could someone have taken it?
I didn’t want to think so poorly about anyone in the hospital. Every Healer took an oath to always protect the people, to never knowingly do harm.
By stealing that potion, the potential thief was endangering all of the lives of those who the potion was designed to save.
Some of the ingredients in the potion were rare. Did I even have enough of everything to make more if I needed to?
I wasn’t sure. I had to get to the hospital and assess the situation. This not knowing was making my head spin.
Because I was in such a rush, I didn’t notice until I was pulling into the parking lot that I had forgotten about
