Ayla’s POV
The medical center was chaos, students with smoke inhalation, burns, and panic attacks filling every available bed. The nurse practitioners moved between patients, and I knew I'd be waiting hours for treatment.
My hands throbbed, angry red blisters forming across my palms where I'd lifted that burning branch. Every breath still tasted like ash.
"Come with me."
I looked up to find professor Arkon standing there, now dressed in borrowed clothes that didn't quite fit.
I grabbed my whiteboard with difficulty, my burned hands making it hard to hold the marker. "Medical center…" I managed to scrawl messily.
"Is overwhelmed," he finished. "I have a first aid kit in my office. Better supplies than this chaos anyway."
"You're suspended," I wrote.
"So arrest me." His amber eyes
