Flashback ( PDFDrive )

taken over Edaline’s usually soft features.
She nodded, trying not to wince from the headache. “Just a
nightmare.”
Edaline scooted closer, her turquoise eyes studying Sophie as if she
were looking for some deeper answer. “We’ll get through this.”
“We will,” Elwin agreed. “And it might help if—”
“No sedatives,” Sophie told him.
She didn’t mean to be stubborn. But triggers were stubborn things,
and sedatives brought her mind back to too many dark, drugged days.
Elwin sighed. “Can’t blame a physician for trying. But I get it.” He
snapped his fingers, forming an orange orb around her arm. “Let’s see
how you’re doing.”
He adjusted his glasses the way he always did. Tilted his head from
side to side. But this time he breathed out, “Darn.”
“Well . . . that’s not what we want to hear,” Edaline said, forcing a
tight smile as she sat up and swept her wavy amber hair behind her
narrow shoulders.
“It’s not,” Elwin agreed, running a hand down his face. “Sorry. It
looks like the thrashing set us back a day. I can try giving Sophie a
double dose of marrow regenerator tonight to see if it gets us back on
track. Unless . . .”
“Unless . . . ,” Edaline prompted.
“Just wondering if I have something better.” He moved to the
shelves of medicine, squinting at the colorful vials and tracing his
fingers over several before snatching one that was a deep, earthy red.
“Perfect! I wasn’t sure if I had any left. But it looks like I have one
dose—which is more than enough. I made this for Sandor after he got
thrown off a mountain—remember that?”