“She’s been going in and out like that all day,” Roland said. “But this time she wouldn’t wake up. We were going to take her to a hospital, but we decided it was best to call you.”
“I called Tristan. He’s sending the jet.” Chris walked into the living room. “How is she?”
“I don’t know,” I replied roughly. I’d treated countless battle injuries, and I’d never felt as helpless as I did in that moment.
I sat on the edge of the couch with my hand cradling her face. “How did she get like this?”
Jordan came forward. “We don’t know. She was fine until two days ago. She woke up with a headache and said she was too tired to get up. I gave her some gunna paste, but it didn’t help. Then she started saying how cold it was here, and we wrapped her in blankets. She was worse when she woke up today, a
