Alexa lowered the trembling girl into the crawl space beneath the clinic and shut the trap door. She yanked the braided rag rug to cover it and stood.

The exam room door smashed open and a rangy man in a striped shirt aimed a rifle at her chest.

Heart hammering, she stepped onto the rug and raised her arms.

The last time the island's rebel fighters had raided the clinic, they had stolen everything right down to the mattresses on the beds.

As long as the stress and the dust under the building did not bring on another asthma attack.

Just tell me what you need and I will get it for you, she said, voice shaky.

Rugby kept his weapon trained on her. Come with me.

A tremor ran through her body as he trapped her against the wall.