Inside the office, he slid a needle into my arm and drew a vial of blood out. Since I had no idea how microscopes worked, I supposed it would take a while, but he waved me behind the desk almost immediately.
"Look through that top part there," he said, pointing. "Your platelets are moving just like mine."
I peered through a glass lens with a red smear at the bottom. Little orb-like things swam across the surface. Relief brought a smile to my lips as I leaned back and gazed at Hendry.
"I'm not dead."
"No." He grinned. "You're not."
I touched my hand to my collar, and the smile dripped off my face in the span of a heartbeat. "At least for now."
He reached out and swept his fingers along my elbow, the touch likely meant to be comforting instead of igniting a thrill through my veins. "I'
