The doctor’s faces were grim and heavy. They seemed to be in a state of confusion because they probably could not figure out what Hunter’s affliction was. The head doctor in particular looked like a priest who had just returned from giving someone their last rites and preparing them for the next step of their inevitable journey, death.
Birdie’s breath caught in her throat and she stumbled as she tried to stand upright on the ground where she had been squatting. Horace, who was the closest to her, had to catch her before she could fall down.
Standing upright, her legs trembled as she waited for the head doctor to start talking.
“Are you the family of Hunter Blaise?” the head doctor asked them all politely.
His eyes in particular were glued to Birdie; she was the queen and mate to the
