Flashback ( PDFDrive )

repeated the process with Fitz’s leg. Fitz’s ribs also got a bandage
change, along with a thick layer of bright orange balm that smelled
very, very fermented. And for the finale, they each got trays filled with
dozens of elixirs.
Sophie wasn’t sure how she’d find the will to choke them down—
until Elwin told her, “This next round should get you out of those cots.
I’m betting by tomorrow night you’ll be able to move around a little.
And if all goes to plan, you should be able to leap home in two to three
days.”
“Glad to hear it,” a familiar voice said behind them, and they all
turned to find Sir Tiergan watching them from the doorway, shaking
his pale blond hair out of his deep blue eyes.
“That’s right,” Elwin said. “I forgot Magnate Leto said you’d be
stopping by this morning. Don’t worry, we’re almost done.”
“You just missed the Fitzphie Ooze Fest,” Keefe informed him.
Tiergan stole a glance at the slime-filled basin, and his olive-toned
skin took on a greenish tinge. “That explains the smell.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Elwin told him. “I’ll take care of it as soon
as I get this packed up.”
Tiergan looked like he wished he’d arrived ten minutes later—or
had waited in the hall—as Sophie and Fitz gagged their way through
their medicine and Elwin wrapped up all the foamy ooze.
“So, what brings you to our smelly little corner of the school?”
Sophie asked when she’d finished her last elixir.
“That hurts, Foster,” Keefe jumped in. “Have you already forgotten
about Operation: Privacy Invasion?”
She had, actually. And a different kind of queasiness settled in.