For the first week after the attack, I was not allowed to leave Kieran's bed. Sometimes I would hear him come in, quietly shuffling about the room and moving this and that, and then he would leave without a word.

Calder came twice a day, shoving foul-tasting teas into my hands while clicking his tongue at me like I was a stubborn child. "This will restore your strength, Luna," he'd say, and I'd think, 

Yeah, right. Got any Red Bull hiding in that medicine bag of yours?

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