Toby stood at the hospital vending machine. He stared through the glass, deciding what he wanted. His bandaged arm hung uselessly at his side. There was a bandage over the side of his cheek. He looked like he had been crying, and was definitely exhausted. He ticked, his neck popping, and then went back to looking for a snack.

He didn’t feel like eating. He’d had a pit in his stomach, but his mom had urged him to. Maybe she thought it would distract him from Lyra or something.