“How low?”
“Low enough that I don’t want to minimize the risk.”
I looked at her.
“Can you save him?”
Her eyes shifted toward Sombra.
“We’re going to try.”
That was not the answer I wanted.
It was the only honest one.
When I returned to him, a technician was offering a small amount of food.Try New Foods
Sombra sniffed it.
Turned away.
She tried again.
Nothing.
Dr. Morris watched from the doorway.
“If he refuses food completely, we may need assisted feeding. Possibly a feeding tube, depending on how he responds.”
“Why won’t he eat? He’s starving.”
“Starvation doesn’t always mean appetite. Pain, nausea, dehydration, organ stress, fear. His body has been under enormous strain.”
I crouched beside him.
“Sombra.”
His eyes opened.
“You survived the road.”Compare Couriers
His nose twitched.
“You survived whatever broke you.”
His breathing was shallow but steady.
