DRAKE
"You're incredibly lucky to be alive," the older doctor says, looking at Rosa with something like awe. He lets out a low whistle, shaking his head at the injury.
From this distance, even with her ability to heal rapidly, the veins streaking out of the wound contrast with her yellowish skin in a dance of green and purple.
"If that spear bomb had exploded even a centimeter deeper, it would have shattered multiple internal organs. Your liver, your kidney…” he takes a deep breath gently placing the dressing back, “you wouldn't have survived."
It feels like an anchor that hits the sea bed. That would have been me. I could have been lying there and maybe, I wouldn't even have made it. It could have incinerated my organs even before I hit the ground.
My stomach churns at the realizatio
