Athena squeezes his hand a little tighter as the doctor peels back the bandage, teeth gritted, trying not to show that it hurts. Her ankle isn't pretty. It's rough, angry pink all around, with a couple places that look almost red. Blisters--large ones, several broken--mark her here and there. It's where the fluids soaking her bandage came from.

The doctor makes a small noise that's somewhere between sympathy and aggravation. "You're very lucky your uncle caught you hiding this. You're well on your way to an ugly infection."