Algy returned to the kitchen and Brooke eyed him as he went about his business. The doctor chuckled as Algy found a glass and the other man let the water run cold before filling the glass. At his question, Brooke thought to answer, reiterating that she was fine, or would be fine, but the doctor’s smile stilled her rebuttal. His reply, however, conjured in her the first sense of self-worry since the encounter.
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t seen herself in a mirror. How bad did she look? A hand, the one the doctor wasn’t working on, reached up to her hair. Simultaneously, she asked, “What?” in a rising tone. Pleading eyes shot between Mathus and Algy. Numbed as she was, dead fingers ran through unkempt heat-cropped hair. It was a meaningless gesture born of muscle memory as her burnt hand felt nothing.
“Noo…” She mewed, turning petulant. “Is it that bad?” Brooke looked between the two men, settling on Algy, fearing the worse.
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t seen herself in a mirror. How bad did she look? A hand, the one the doctor wasn’t working on, reached up to her hair. Simultaneously, she asked, “What?” in a rising tone. Pleading eyes shot between Mathus and Algy. Numbed as she was, dead fingers ran through unkempt heat-cropped hair. It was a meaningless gesture born of muscle memory as her burnt hand felt nothing.
“Noo…” She mewed, turning petulant. “Is it that bad?” Brooke looked between the two men, settling on Algy, fearing the worse.