Reya's POV
The sun had barely crept over the horizon, painting the sky in soft, bruised purples and grays. We had made a bit of headway. The fevers, while still high, had stabilized in three of the children. Their breathing was still labored, but less frantic. We had lost Mark, but we weren't going to lose any more. Not if I had anything to say about it.
My hair was a mess, my clothes wrinkled, and my eyes burned from lack of sleep. Beside me, Dr. Zachary and Dr. Jack, the two doctors who had traveled with me from the capital, looked just as haggard. They had arrived sometime in the early hours of the morning, their faces all serious and professional when they’d heard the news. Their presence had been a godsend, two more sets of skilled hands in the desperate fight.
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