April had already looked at the prints and while the light wasn't perfect, she could see enough. "The ribs are fine," she said. "Savannah is well again, for all that I can see."
She sighed as G went on, shaking her head. "No, that wasn't my idea," she said. "I already told Savannah that if she doesn't want to be examined that's her choice. It's her body. I can use my own blood, it's not ideal, but then neither is looking at x-rays against light bulbs." She didn't like the idea of crossing your fingers and hoping for the best when it came to their lives. There had to be some middle ground between nothing and putting them at risk.
April thought about it, tried to remember anything, but the only thing she could remember was not wanting those prints on the floor. "I don't know," she said. "I can't remember feeling anything but a wish that those prints wouldn't fall. Then surprise, then it was over. It was literary over in the blink of an eye."