I stood there in the middle of the hospital lobby, surrounded by the stench of blood and death, and yet, all I could feel was rage.
"Help us!" I shouted again, my voice hoarse, but not from weakness, from fury. "Please, someone help!"
The nurse didn't even turn.
She just walked away.
Callum was lying just outside the sliding glass doors, bleeding, pale, barely breathing. Felix was hunched over him, trying to keep pressure on the wound. Elise was leaning against the wall with the girl she was supporting, blood trailing down her arm from a gash on her shoulder, but she hadn't said a word. None of them had. They were just… waiting. Like they'd already given up.
The nurse had looked us over once, just once, then pulled out her sleek little tablet and said in the driest voice I'd ever heard, "We'll need two thousand lunars up front to begin treatment. The rest of the bill will be provided to you as care progresses."
Two thousand lunars.
