Chapter Nine
The walk to the healing center must have taken half an hour, but it felt like seconds. Walter’s head felt heavy and his body felt lost, like a runner who crosses the finish line believing that he had won when in reality someone had raced ahead of him without his realizing it and won the gold instead.
Walter walked through the open door of the clinic, his eyes adjusting to the warm glow that radiated from the large windows. The woman sitting at the front desk looked up at him, nodded her head in a silent understanding and pointed to her left.
Walter nodded at her and went through the door that led to the part of the infirmary where all of the patients were kept. It was a small room, fit for no more than six people. To a human, it could seem shockingly small, but the tribe ha
