Luna's POV

The first half ends just as soon as I fall to the ground.

The healthcare workers carry me inside to get checked, their hands gentle but professional as they examine me for injuries. I want to tell them that nothing is broken, that whatever is wrong with me isn't something they can see or fix, but I stay silent. How can I explain that my own body feels like a stranger's? The medical tent smells of antiseptic and concern, bright lights making me squint as they check my ...