All of their concern, all of their worry, was for the two figures lying motionless in the beds before them—Hima and Olive.
Hima's once-vibrant body now looked small and frail, her legs completely gone from the knees down. Bandages were wrapped tightly around the stumps where her legs had been severed, but the sight of her lying there, motionless and incomplete, was almost too much for Julia and Rina to bear.
Rina clenched her fist, her heart heavy with guilt. She'd been there. She'd seen the moment Hima's legs had been taken from her, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the memory. She couldn't forget the way Hima had screamed, the way her body had gone limp as she fell unconscious.
