They reappeared in the room where Mara’s body had been treated. Cam straightened with a start, but Mara remained crouched next to the bed where her biological body lay. Without looking up to him, Mara said, “Go get Dr. Canfield. Hurry please.”
Cam left the room.
Mara reached out and took her own wrist again, placing a thumb over a prominent vein visible under the skin. But she couldn’t feel anything, no blood coursing under the thumb. She gritted her teeth and yelled, “Come on! You cannot die. You are me, not just another version of me!” She held up the body’s wrist. “Look, we are touching and no explosion. We are the same Mara. You are my body.”
She needed more Time. That’s what she needed. Mara tried to push away the panic in her head and concentrate. She could do this. Just like she
