Iggy had rinsed himself off, redressed, and made the bed by the time Firmin returned with Emi in his arms. He rushed up to them, ready to catch Emi, who was still unconscious and seemingly untouched after the exam. Firmin ignored his eagerness, walked around him, and laid her back onto the bed. Her skin lacked that interesting pink hue and her smell returned to the flowery aroma that Iggy knew so well. Everything felt… fine.
Firmin’s voice became a tiny whisper, “everything is fine.” Iggy looked over at him. “She doesn’t need to know.” He walked toward the door, waving his hand over his shoulder. “Come with me.” Torn between the desire to stay with her and the knowledge that he needed to obey Firmin, Iggy fought hard to make himself leave the room. When he did, they came into the hallway and Firmin shut the door. He squared himself to Iggy, and said, “let’s give her some extra time to rest. I’ll take you to lessons myself.”