GENRE: YA Dystopian
Evva, a Healer-in-training who has just moved to a new section of the Healing Center, is caught stitching a patient’s leg. Leader Grantt, her supervisor, is prejudiced against her and other lower caste society members.
“What was that?” he demands.
I blink in surprise. “The man’s leg was crushed,” I finally answer. “No one else was available and the bleeding would have killed him before—“
Leader Grantt’s words cut mine off. “We have procedures.” He draws the last word out as his eyes flash. “Where is his paperwork?” he asks.
“Paperwork?” The question catches me off guard.
“Did they fill out the entrance paperwork? Does he have a form of release?”
My mouth opens silently as I try to think of something to say.
“You are not even a full Healer,” he says.
“No, but I helped with many procedures—“
His words slice through mine again. “That was before.”
There is my life. Summed up in three words.
Anger spikes through my blood and I draw myself up. “So I was supposed to just let a man die?” Now my eyes are on fire.
“He’s not a man; he’s a Null.” Leader Grantt’s ready response knocks the wind from my lungs. There are no words to reject the unfairness of what he has just said.
My voice is soft. “I am a Healer. And I do not let men die when I can Heal them.”
“You are not a Healer,” he responds, stepping closer so I have to look up to see his face. His breath is hot on my cheeks. “You are a Solo and you are under my authority. Pull something like this again, and I will have you Changed.”