WREN
I was checking a patient's fever when everything suddenly changed.
A crowd had gathered near the front of the market. People were shouting, pushing, and trying to get a better look. At first, I couldn't hear what they were saying. All I could hear was panic—loud voices, struggling, and someone being dragged across the ground. My instinct reacted before my mind did, and I saw myself moving toward the crowd, trying to see who had been hurt this time.
Ash's hand closed around my wrist before I got more than a few steps.
I jumped a little and turned to see him standing right behind me. His grip was firm but gentle. "What are you doing?" I asked as I tried to pull my hand away.
"You need to be careful," he said. "You don't know what's happening yet. Don't just run into the middle of i
