Exactly two days later Emery is moved to Sanctuary. She is weak, and even that short amount of travel time is almost too much for her. Now she's laying in a comfortable bed in Bishop's clinic, an IV attached to a fluid bag dangling from her frail arm. Milla sits on her other side holding her hand and looking worried while I pace.

"Why is she so weak, Bishop?" I ask the doctor, turning as I reach the wall. I'm pacing because Blaze hasn't enjoyed the hours we've spent here, ...