Chapter 380
Loren lay clenched in the fetal position, his head turned so his curly hair hid his face. The smell of burnt flesh wafted from his body, and Katelina could see small, burned holes in his flannel and t-shirt.
Jorick knelt next to her. His face was bright red, and small brownish blisters had formed on his forehead and cheeks. Like Oren, his lips were the worst. They were dry and cracked, with large whitish blisters that looked ready to pop.
She wanted to touch him, but couldn't. "My god, Jorick, are you all right?"
He gave a short, sharp nod.