“Oh hell no,” said Nicodemus, who regarded Jonah with disdain. “She don't need your help.”
That washed away some of Jonah's misgivings. He pushed the teenage sazer roughly to the side and stepped into the infirmary.
And the brief moment of resolution was gone just that quickly.
Prodigal was in the corner wringing his hands, while Stella Marie and Autumn Rose were at Jael's bedside. Jael, sweating buckets and clearly in unfathomable agony, kept uttering loud exclamations. Nella was the head of the bed, dabbing Jael's forehead with a cloth that had some sort of purple ointment on it. Jonah didn't know how she remained centered, but she did it pretty well.
“What are you doing?” he asked over Jael's screams.
“No idea!” said Nella. “Liz just told me to do it!”
“It's an herbal tonic,” answ
