Chapter 1005 Someone Else's Turn

• Skye
• An entire half hour creeps by. The endless supply of hot water blurs the time. I only step out and towel off when my fingers turn to prunes, and when I emerge, dressed in thick flannel pajamas and slippers I brought into the bathroom with me, my wet hair twisted in a towel, Toby is resting against the side of the couch with a bandage roped around the palm of his hand, and several empty healing tonics are scattered across the floor.
• Alex is no longer on the ground.