"Here's hoping not!" I say, all false enthusiasm, and I give him a thumbs up. My smile fades pretty fast, though, turning into a frown as I look at his arm again. He could've been killed. I mean, we all could've been killed, but that's besides the point. The point is that I signed up for this life. Hell, I fought for this life. He didn't.

"We should really get that looked at," I murmur, running my fingers along the skin that isn't</b. burnt.