Fallout
I couldn’t say the last week had been fun. Sitting in my attic apartment with an ace bandage wrapped around my head, trying to preserve my dashing good looks. Most of my body was burned. My whole left side had one burn or another. The inside of me probably didn’t look much better.
I woke up in the hospital with no idea how I’d gotten there. I had a list of all the people I would expect to be standing vigil by my hospital bed. Duke was not on it. I was startled at first; I was certain he’d come to kill me, and he had the perfect opportunity—Zora couldn’t stop him, and I was useless.
Daylight streamed through the windows. There were beeps coming from some machine that was turned away from me. It was daytime, but there didn’t seem to be much activity around my room. Of course, I di
