Blood Is Not The Same As

Evie carefully peeled away Mal's shirt, exposing the vivid red stripes that crisscrossed her back. The sight of her friend's injuries made her heart ache, and she had to force herself not to let her anger show. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, her eyes glowing softly as she applied a cool salve to the open wounds. Mal winced at the initial sting, but soon relaxed."Thanks, Evie," Mal murmured, her voice hoarse from the effort of not screaming."Don't thank me," Evie said, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and pity. "You shouldn't have to go through this."Jay handed her a clean cloth, his jaw clenched in silent rage. "One day, Mal," he said, his voice low and filled with determination, "we're gonna get off this island. We're gonna show 'em all we're not like them."