“No—no,” Wybie barks out and the words feel like they’re burning as they come out. “Z. Qualls. Tink. Where’s—where's… ?” He can't finish the question. Questions. He just gestures at the space where his leg once was.
Z looks down, lips pursed. “Z?”
“We can’t, Wybie. It’s—some things we can’t get back.” There’s an ache in her throat and it sticks to her words.
“Some things or…” Wybie can feel himself fading fast, fog creeping up and over his vision, but he stares at Z. He needs to find out before he slips away again. He needs to know what reality he’ll be waking up to.
“I don’t know yet, Wybie.” Z closes her eyes. “Go to sleep. I can’t—please.”
Behind her, Healer Crockett pulls a bottle of clear liquid from a potions cabinet, leaving the door wide open. If you get those shelves full of medicinal potions out of the way, there’s a gap just big enough for a few average-sized teens to crawl through in back.
MEMORY: So Much Promise
Z looks down, lips pursed. “Z?”
“We can’t, Wybie. It’s—some things we can’t get back.” There’s an ache in her throat and it sticks to her words.
“Some things or…” Wybie can feel himself fading fast, fog creeping up and over his vision, but he stares at Z. He needs to find out before he slips away again. He needs to know what reality he’ll be waking up to.
“I don’t know yet, Wybie.” Z closes her eyes. “Go to sleep. I can’t—please.”
Behind her, Healer Crockett pulls a bottle of clear liquid from a potions cabinet, leaving the door wide open. If you get those shelves full of medicinal potions out of the way, there’s a gap just big enough for a few average-sized teens to crawl through in back.