Scorched Truths

A small battalion of white coats swept in, monitors and stethoscopes swinging like artillery. Phoebe and Silas retreated to the corner, hearts in their throats.

"When the examination ended, the lead physician offered a measured smile and—soft enough to keep her calm—outlined what they had found.

Her throat, scorched by smoke, was swollen and blistered. A fracture sliced across her right shin, and