Isaac froze, his ears ringing.
"What do you mean, chemical burns?"
He stepped up to the doctor's desk. "How did her throat get hurt like that? Why didn't I know?"
Edmund White sighed and pushed a medical file toward him.
"When you were building that cargo terminal 3 years ago, your rivals set the warehouse on fire. It was packed with toxic chemicals. When they burned, they released poisonous fumes. You were unconscious. Luna ran into the fire and carried you out on her back. She breathed in too much of the fumes, and they damaged her vocal cords. She spent 2 weeks here. The first thing she did when she woke was beg me not to tell you. She's been taking large amounts of medication in secret every day for the past 3 years. She hasn't touched alcohol."
Isaac stared at the record, the pai
