Thirty-Three
My hearing returned in bits and pieces, high tones hitting my brain first followed by the lower register. Through the fog I spotted Jacquie gripping her right leg. I staggered to her side.
“Can you move?” I’m sure my voice was far louder than necessary, but if my hearing was this affected, hers probably was too.
She looked up at me. “It might be broken,” she shouted.
I pressed my good hand to her leg and she let out a strangled cry audible even to my damaged eardrums. “Hold still.”
My magic bloomed around me, a welcome scent in the ashy confines around us. I wasn’t a healer, but I could still help. I willed the bone and muscle to knit itself back together. She’d still need to get it looked at and properly splinted, but I didn’t have time for that.
“Agent Cartwright,” Jac
