*Mark*

My mouth is dry and my cheeks are wet as I stare at Rose’s beautiful face. The healers and nurses are running around, doing everything they can, and all I can do is stand here, feeling helpless.

It’s not like me at all. I’m used to taking charge, figuring things out, saving the day.

But it’s Dr. Travesty who is making commands, ordering people around as she stands at the foot of the bed, blood up to her elbows, doing everything she can to save our precious ...