Chapter Twenty-Two
Nola waited in the hall of the medical wing for nearly an hour. There were no doctors or Outer Guard in sight. It would have seemed strange or even ominous just a short while ago. But the deep, black Graylock couldn’t be injected where Domers could see, and the Outer Guard would be able to heal on their own anyway.
The hall lights had gotten bright before Doctor Mullins finally arrived in the corridor, looking tired and pulling on a fresh, white coat.
She looked at Nola for a moment, blinking as though batting away fatigue. “Magnolia, how can I help you?”
Nola let go of the bandage she had been pressing to the back of her head. “My head won’t stop bleeding.” She gave a crooked smile.
Doctor Mullins rushed over. “Why on earth didn’t someone see you already?” Glancing
