Ava stepped out of the clinic, closing the door softly behind her. The smile that spread across her face felt almost foreign after three days of grief and tears.
Raven was alive. Somehow against all logic and medical understanding, her friend had come back from the dead.
The autumn air was cool against her skin as she stood on the steps of the clinic. She couldn't stop smiling even as her mind tried to process what had just happened.
Three days ago she had stood in that same room, looking at Raven's cold lifeless body. The healers had confirmed there was no heartbeat and no breath. Death had been absolute.
Yet now, Raven was sitting inside that clinic very much alive with warm skin and a beating heart. Ava didn't understand how such a thing was possible.
She had studied medicine he
