Addison launched off the desk with the urgency of someone who has just been told there's a spider on their pillow. She found her bra under a student chair. Her trench coat had materialized near the door since the Sanctum preserved whatever we'd brought inside. She jammed her arms through the sleeves and buttoned it with fingers that moved faster than her scythe training.
"Combat boot." She pointed at the floor near the chalkboard. "Where's my other boot."
"Behind the garbage can."
She retrieved it and shoved her foot inside, hopping on one leg while simultaneously buttoning the trench coat's collar and trying to wipe mascara off her face with the back of her hand. The entire display looked like someone trying to evacuate a burning building while also preparing for a job interview.
I pulled my hospital gown back on. It covered approximately none of the marks she'd left on my body but at least the important parts were concealed.
"Two minutes." I announced.
