Chapter 35Flora silently stared at the ceiling from her hospital bed. She blinked every few seconds. Her grungy look from earlier was replaced by a clean hospital gown and a blanket that covered the lower half of her body. Her dark, shoulder-length hair was neatly draped on the sides of her head.
Carter walked slowly around the bed and stood by her side. He didn’t see the determined, crazed look in her face, but rather a peaceful, blank stare. He noticed another major difference in her physical appearance — she was missing her right arm. From the arc of her shoulder, her arm extended only about ten inches before ending in a stump.
“Did they amputate her arm?” asked Carter.
“No, that’s how they found her,” answered Sienna.
“And she’s been… calm?”
“Completely unresponsive. Only involunt
