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It took an hour for Lola’s magic smoothie to make me feel more like I’d had the flu and less like I was literally going to die.
Lola wrapped the burns on Elizabeth’s hands and put some stinging goop on the burn the bone tassel had left on me. Then she put some cream on the hand-shaped bruise around Devon’s neck.
By the time she was done patching our sorry asses up, the whole restaurant smelled like a weird combination of juice bar and antiseptic.
Devon watched everything Lola did carefully, like he was taking mental notes. A weird worry sank into my gut as I wondered how I had become such a bad friend that I hadn’t noticed how much he was doing to try and protect the rest of us.
“Well”―Lola picked up her metal box and blender―“you should all survive the day. Unless you find some ot
