Ezekiel
I sigh as I make my way over to the kitchen. I’m set for dish duty in the second shift of the evening. Today there is nothing I would like to do less. After the accident yesterday, I have taken over classes today, but the doc is set to teach again tomorrow. Henson is fine, but I can’t get over her using her powers on him.
I ultimately pushed the knowledge of her having that power out of my mind. Seems to have taken a little bit of a toll on her. She still looked pale this morning during the drill, and her laps weren't as fast, her drills not as immaculate as usual, and she had to take quite a few water breaks.
My arm is giving me hell again today, and I rub it as I pull the door open. That’s when I hear an unfamiliar sound, followed by Archer’s voice. When I followed over to
