“Look out!” Jeb suddenly shouted. The gun came up in his hands, pointed past us. We whirled toward the danger, and Jared’s tank fell to the floor as he jumped toward the male Healer, who was on his knees on the cot, staring at us in shock. Ian had the presence of mind to hold on to his tank. “Chloroform,” Jared shouted as he tackled the Healer, pinning him back down to the cot. But it was too late. The Healer stared straight at me, his face childlike in his bewilderment. I knew why his eyes were on me — the lantern’s rays danced off both his eyes and mine, making diamond patterns on the wall.
