Jade’s POV
The clinic smelled like antiseptic and lavender oil—an odd mix that somehow suited the gentle pack healer who checked my vitals every time I visited. I sat on the paper-covered bed, arms folded, while she finished scribbling notes on her clipboard.
“You’re healing well,” she said at last, smiling gently. “But your energy levels are still low, and your reflexes aren’t where they used to be. You’re not ready to go running marathons, Jade.”
“Don’t worry,” I muttered, “the only thing I’m running is out of patience.”
She chuckled. “I’ll allow a few hours back at school, but no PE, no stress, and no skipping meals. You’ll ease into normal activities over the next few weeks.”
I nodded, already exhausted just thinking about walking those hallways again. But something inside me need
