Joanne’s POV
“Why would George be asking for Joanne?” Alexander asked, his eyes narrowed as he glared at James.
“Because apparently she saved a guy's life. If she hadn’t detected the infection, he would be dead right now.”
I blinked, my mouth agape.
“You mean the soldier survived?” I asked, and my heart began to race.
“Yes,” James replied. “He’s not entirely sure how you did it. But he’s hoping you can help him detect what’s happening with the rest of the soldiers. They are falling ill.”
I looked up at Alexander, and I could see the questions in his eyes as he stared back at me. But with his resolve cracking and a short nod of his head, he said, “I’m coming with you.”
With that, we left the tent behind James and headed straight towards the medical tent. When we entered, I froz
