Athena drove me straight to the clinic. The ride was quiet, except for the sound of the tires humming on the road and my soft groans of pain. I leaned my head against the window, breathing slowly, trying not to cry. My ankle was on fire, and every bump in the road made it worse. She finally pulled into the clinic compound and parked the car gently. Then she got out quickly and rushed over to my side. I saw her open the door, and for a second, I wanted to tell her I could manage on my own. But ...