Juliana's POV
Even through my hazy consciousness, I heard voices arguing, their tones rising and falling like waves crashing against rocks. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighed down, my body betraying me as it had so many times before.
"Her hemoglobin is five point two," a woman's voice said, shock evident in her tone. "Normal is twelve to fifteen. She's at critical levels."
"I told you," Griffin's voice came through, sharp with anger. "We told you she needed medical attention."
I felt a cool hand on my forehead, and I knew immediately it was Nathaniel's. His touch had become familiar in such a short time.
"Get the infusion started," a male voice I didn't recognize ordered. "She's severely hypoxic."
The woman – Officer Claire, I remembered now – spoke again, her voice smaller than before. "I didn't... I thought she was faking."
"Based on what?" Griffin snapped. "Your medical degree from the police academy?"
