There are at least seven wolves accompanying a group of people, but my eyes follow only one of them.
Lisa.
Whose face is as red as a tomato. Kellan's carrying her like a princess, naked as the day he was born, as if that's the most natural thing in the world.
Despite the humor of the situation, my heart withers at the sight of her. Once-vibrant features are now haggard, black hair limp instead of lustrous. Her tanned skin has grown pale.
At least she's finally here.
She's staring at Kellan like she wants to murder him. Always a good sign.
"Lisa."
Her name on my lips is a bare whisper, but Lisa's head snaps in my direction as her eyes search frantically. Once she sees me, her entire face lights up, the redness forgotten as she struggles to escape Kellan's grip.
She fails.
Have been SEVERELY ill, in/out of urgent care!