Helpless

Kaia sat beside Carlotta's bed, holding her hand as she looked at her messed up face. 

For some reason, she can only remember how the people looked like back when she first saw their lumps of flesh. 

It was horrifying and now, it is even more so. 

She looked around the room. Max is sitting beside Dorran's sleeping body, even he looked bad, but not as much as Carlotta does, for some reason. 

Could it have anything to do with that 'ability' everyone was talking about before? 

What is this 'ability' even about? 

She wanted to ask Dorran but he is in no condition to talk to anyone at the moment. 

She could only watch helplessly as her friends lay at the brink of life, not sure if they are going to live or die. 

I was not quick enough. Why does it feel like I can't do anything when it really counts?

She felt tears roll down her face as her attention flew to the trinket embedded in her arm.