FIA
Maren moved with the kind of efficiency that came from habit and exhaustion. She slid open the drawer, pulled out her tools, and settled beside the bed like she had done this a thousand times before. The girl pushed herself upright, straighter than before, and her eyes followed every movement Maren made with unsettling focus.
"Look straight ahead for me," Maren said.
The girl did not argue. She fixed her gaze forward, still and obedient. Maren flicked on a penlight and guided the beam into the girl's left eye, then the right. She leaned so close that a strand of her hair slipped forward across her cheek. Her brow tightened as she studied what she saw.
"Pupillary response is normal," she murmured. "No photophobia. No inflammation."
