Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Uh, I don’t think this is making her feel better,” Dex warned. And
he was right.
Every word was making it harder and harder to breathe.
“He’s not in any pain,” Elwin assured her. “And by the time he
wakes up, most of his injuries will be taken care of. The broken bones
will take a few days, but everything else is easy, okay? I could put you
out too, so you’d just sleep through—”
“No sedatives,” she told him.
“I figured you were going to say that. You even fought me when I
tried to knock you out before I worked on your hand and arm—and
you weren’t even conscious. That’s quite a talent.”
She tried to smile, but . . .
She couldn’t move her right arm.
Or feel it at all.
“It’s in there,” Elwin assured her when she scraped together the
strength to lift her head enough to find a massive cocoon of silver
bandages completely encasing her shoulder, arm, and hand. “And
don’t worry, it’ll be good as new by the time I’m done. But . . . it’s
going to be a process—way more involved than what I had to do for
Keefe after his sparring match with King Dimitar. What the
Neverseen did to you . . .”
His voice choked off, and his eyes turned shiny behind his glasses.
And Dex and Tam both started blinking really hard.
“That bad, huh?” she asked, forcing her lips into a wobbly smile.
Elwin nodded. “Some of the breaks were clean. But some . . .”
She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing it could block the memories of
her knuckles shattering.
“Can you really fix that?” she whispered.