her hands a few times. She walks back over and pushes the bowl into my hands pressing a stick with a scooped end into my hands and gestures for me to mix the liquid, dip it in the bowl and hold it up to Lucy’s mouth.

I sniff it, without meaning to really, but it smells fine. I guess. I hope to god these people know what they’re doing. They just need to get Lucy well enough to get us back. We’ve got to go back as soon as she’s able. I can see now what a mistake this whole thing was from the start.

We don’t belong here.

I don’t belong here.

I take the bowl from her and lean over Lucy. Her cheeks are even pinker still now. The skin under her eyes still looks bruised but her forehead is smoothed finally. She doesn’t look like she’...

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