LYRA
Dr. Sera had been circling my bed for what felt like an eternity, though it was probably only ten minutes. She wasn't the aggressive type, not at all, but the way she moved around me had this specific energy, like her entire medical textbook had just been quietly shredded, and she was desperately searching for the shredded pieces. She checked my pulse for what felt like the hundredth time, then glanced at the monitor, then at me, then back at the monitor.
"Less than forty-eight hours," she murmured, mostly to herself.
"Yep," I replied.
"Silver Thornbloom." She said it like she was tasting something unfamiliar, trying to recall its properties. "You were given Silver Thornbloom."
"I was shot with it, actually," I clarified.
"And you're–" She gestured vaguely at me, taking in my up
