Her breath caught. “You were the one who healed my abilities?” “I was. And I wish I’d managed the process better.” He’d made her drink an entire ounce of Limbium to reset her brain, and then injected her with a human remedy to stop her allergy from killing her. He probably should’ve stabbed the needle in her leg—maybe then she wouldn’t have gotten the scar. But he’d gone with her hand, leaving the small star as a permanent souvenir of the trauma.
Hahah! I was right. You're SUPPOSED to inject an epipen type thing into your leg, not your hand. Mr. Forkle is weird. A simple Google search could've given him that info!
