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“You can wake up now,” a calm voice says. “We’re out of danger.”

A warm cloth rubs softly across my face, moistening my eyelids and making me feel clean and refreshed. I’m ready to smile until I remember what just happened. My eyes fly open and I try to jerk to a sitting position, but there’s a heavy strap across my chest that holds me in place.

“Stop, please.” The same voice. Soft hands on my shoulder. “Let me unhook you. You were only restrained to keep you from rolling while you were asleep.”

Asleep. She says it like I just dozed off. But I hold still while she unbuckles the strap and helps me to sit up. She then props up the bed behind me so I can recline.

“Logan?”

“He’s right there. Look. He’s fine.” I see him almost near enough to touch, on a tiny stretcher that looks just like mine. I slowly register the noise around me, the rhythmic pulsing that fills the tiny, cramped space. We’re still in the helicopter.

“I’m Audra,” the voice says, pulling my eyes back to her.

I startle at the sight. She’s … she’s a girl. Younger than me. Maybe fifteen.

“And this is Glenn and Christina. We’re doctors with the Curatoria.”

Doctors. Curatoria. I don’t know what to think. I notice now that they’re wearing light-colored scrubs, and I vaguely remember seeing the feather and flame. Doctors. Curatoria. What have I done?

I’m still considering whether we may have jumped from the frying pan into the proverbial fire when I glance again at Audra. “Doctor?” I say, the question popping from my lips in a scratchy croak.

She catches the look of skepticism I can’t hide and laughs. “Yes, I’m a doctor,” she says. “And yes, I’m fifteen. I actually have been a doctor for several lifetimes now and was lucky enough to have my memories restored almost three years ago.”

An Earthbound then. “That’s amazing,” I say, still staring at her and trying to comprehend that this girl—younger than I am—could already have the knowledge and maturity of a long-practicing physician.

“We can talk later. They wanted you patched up by the time we reach Curatoria headquarters.”

“How long will that take?” I ask. They’re all crowded close around me because of the tiny space, and the rhythmic beat of the helicopter blades makes everything feel a little ominous.

Maybe it’s just because I’m in the air again for the first time since the plane crash.

Oh gods, don’t think about that.

Audra peeks at her watch. “Oh, uh, probably within the next fifteen minutes or so.” She looks up at the other two doctors for confirmation, and they give her a tight-lipped nod. “Your partner’s not yet awake, so we’ll start with you.”

“He hasn’t remembered,” I warn. “The name ‘Curatoria’ won’t mean anything to him. He’ll be panicked and terrified.” I don’t know why I’m telling them that. Because I’m afraid he’ll freak out? Because I don’t want them to throw a whole bunch of new information at him before the two of us have had a chance to talk? Maybe some of both.

Audra gives me a wan smile. “At least he’s here. We’ll find a spark for him. Now, where are you hurt? We didn’t want to invade your privacy without your consent by doing a full-body examination.” She gingerly lifts my swollen wrist that is now one huge purple bruise. “This looks pretty bad though.”

“Is it broken?” I ask.

“Let’s see.” She smears my wrist with jelly and slides some kind of plastic piece of machinery over it. The other two doctors—a middle-aged woman and a man sporting gray hair and thick glasses—set their fingers on the side of my wrist. They all look at a screen flashing weird black and white images.

“This shouldn’t hurt,” the man says. “But it will feel strange.”

I brace myself—after surviving major brain surgery, I’ve learned never to trust doctors when they say it won’t hurt—but he’s right. I suck in a breath as I feel like everything in my wrist is collapsing in on itself. Then, like a gear slipping into place, everything returns to normal.

Like normal normal. All the pain is gone.

“What did you do?” I ask as they release my arm. I flex it back and forth. The bruising isn’t totally gone, but almost—merely a few smudges of purple here and there. The swelling, meanwhile, has disappeared completely. “It feels better than it did before I injured it.”

“That was the intention,” Audra replies, a hint of fifteen-year-old smugness coming through.

The woman called Christina tilts her head at her colleague. “It was broken,” she explains matter-of-factly. “Though not badly. We—well, Glenn—removed the damaged cells, the inflammation, the blood that leaked from your veins and made the bruises, and then I replaced the bones cells with new.”

“You can do that?” I say with wonder.

“Oh yes,” she says. “We used to have to cut into you to do it, but with our EB scanner—”

“Earthbound scanner,” Audra interrupts with a smirk. “Although we’ll make up something else when we release it to the public. Like the CAT scan. I’ll give you one guess at what the C originally stood for, and it rhymes with Muratoria.”

“Thank you for that,” Christina says dryly. “Anyway, with this scanner we can see what needs to be done and make the switch without doing anything invasive.”

“It’s basically a combination ultrasound and X-ray, with some MRI functions,” Audra says.

And is apparently small enough to take on a freaking helicopter.

Audra gives me another once-over. “What else?” she asks, as though she hadn’t just told me about a completely revolutionary piece of medical equipment.

“My shoulder.”

I spend the next few minutes in awe as my injuries are quite literally erased.

“What about your leg?” Audra asks as I’m fingering my lip made whole again.

“My leg is fine.” I’m half distracted as I swing my shoulder around, stretching it. I’d gotten so used to the ache I almost forgot what it was like not to have it.

“I was told you were limping quite badly when they rescued you.”

“Oh.” I understand. “That … that’s an old injury.”

“No reason we can’t fix it,” she says. She glances over at Logan and shares a silent message with the person watching over him. “Your partner is just starting to stir. We have a few more minutes.”

“I guess,” I say, not certain why I’m so nervous.

I’m wearing jeans, but the fabric across my thigh disappears with a glance from Glenn. More jelly and then Audra is sliding the probe over my leg and peering at the screen.

“Titanium plates,” Glenn says. “Those’ll have to go.”

Go?

“And extensive scar tissue in the muscles here and here,” Audra says, pointing. “No wonder it’s not healing well.”

I close my eyes. I don’t want to watch.

The same weird feelings take over my thigh, but this time it is a little uncomfortable. “Sorry,” Glenn says. I must have grimaced. “Christina will fix it in a moment.”

No titles, not calling each other “Dr. So-and-So.” As though we are all equals here. “We’re finished,” Christina says softly, rubbing goop off her hands.

I look down, and it’s like the plane wreck never happened. The staple marks are gone; the skin on my thigh is smooth and new and … looks rather exfoliated to boot.

“Good?” Christina asks.

I nod dumbly, and right before my eyes the missing piece of my jeans reappears as though it had never vanished. I’m not sure why this all makes me so uncomfortable. I mean, it’s a good thing, but it’s like they erased not only my scar but an entire section of my life. I force myself not to touch the scar on my head. I’ve had enough supernatural medicine for today.

“Let’s get you up,” Audra says. “No reason for you to be in bed any longer.”

I swing my legs to the side and gingerly get to my feet, holding on to a strap connected to the low ceiling for balance in the tiny square of space between my and Logan’s little beds. They hand me a large pouch of juice, and as they fold the travel-sized stretcher away I test my weight on my right leg and almost laugh in glee.

No pain.

Not a twinge or jolt. Nothing. Not even when the chopper hits a brief patch of turbulence.

I can’t remember the last time I could walk without at least a throb of discomfort.

“Get off me!”

I’m shaken from my wonderment by Logan’s voice.

“It’s okay!” I take two steps—still in awe that there’s no pain when I do so—and lay my hands on his chest, pushing my face into his line of sight. “It’s okay,” I repeat, softer now as his focus hones in on me. He stops struggling, and as soon as he does the guy watching him unfastens the chest strap, just like they did with me. Logan’s hand immediately clamps onto mine, and he continues to hold my fingers in a death grip as the very basics of the situation are explained to him. I can’t help but be pleased by that—even if it’s only during the panic of this moment, he’s clinging to me instead of pushing me away.

The doctors question and then examine him, but all he has is the cut over his eye from the explosion at his house, and Audra doesn’t even need her ultrasound for Glenn and Christina to put that right.

When they touch him, Logan tightens his already iron grip on my hand, only loosening it when Christina backs away. “Pretty amazing, right?” I ask. He looks over at me with wide eyes, and I give him a little nod and squeeze his hand with numb, tingly fingers. I know he’s feeling the same cessation of pain that I did.

We’re both given a bag of dried fruit and more juice, and it’s all so welcome that I almost feel normal again. We’re shooed out of the way to a padded bench along the back of the chopper, and Logan and I sit together, thighs touching. I’m closing my eyes in silent gratitude that I’ve managed to at least get him to tolerate me, when I feel the warmth of his fingers creep across my hand, hesitate, and then twine through mine.

I don’t dare look. Like I might break the spell. I’ve proved something to him and I don’t want to question it. Certainly don’t want him to question it. I just squeeze lightly and pretend there’s nothing out of the ordinary about two people who couldn’t coexist in the same room a couple days ago holding hands.

As I munch on my fruit, a shadow crosses the floor, and Audra hurries to confer with a man who has just emerged from the cockpit. A moment later she returns with a little smile and says, “We’re going in now. You guys should see this.”

Confused, I scoot over to the window and bring Logan with me. We sit, hand in hand, peering out through the glass at … nothing.

Endless dunes of desert sand stretch as far as I can see, with a bright orange sunset starting to paint its way across the horizon.

Except …

Yes, there’s a glimmer. I can barely make it out at first, but as the chopper gets closer I realize it’s a silvery triangle. Just like I saw in Portsmouth.

And yet this one is nothing like those triangles. It shines so brightly it almost hurts my eyes.

It’s got to be at least a hundred yards on each side. An enormous triangle glinting in the sand. I know I must have a look of pure shock on my face when Audra giggles and says, “Oh, that’s nothing.”

Seconds later, a huge circle inside the triangle splits like pie slices and begins to pull back, revealing a cavernous space with a cement floor. On the perimeter I count six other helicopters parked and at least a dozen figures scurrying around beneath us.

I can’t come up with words as we lower into the shadowy space, landing with a bump on the ground, the whine of the chopper blades immediately quieting.

As soon as the helicopter has touched down there’s an entirely new low rumbling, and only when the light starts to dim do I realize that it’s the opening above us closing. My chest is tight as the panels come together and block out all the sunlight, but when I look back at the space we’ve landed in, I see it’s well lit. We haven’t been plunged into darkness.

A great boom sounds as the gates above us close completely, and then the doors on both sides of the helicopter open and people are there ready to help us out. Logan is still clinging to one of my hands, but with the other he reaches out and pulls on Audra’s sleeve.

“Audra?” Logan asks, and I can hear the fear in his voice. “Where are we?”

“Oh,” she says with a light smile, as though this detail was entirely unimportant. “I guess you wouldn’t know. This is the headquarters of the Curatoria.”

Earthquake

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