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believe all the people we saw,” she mumbled. “And that wasn’t even half the camp.”
                  I was slumped in a wheeling stool. My calves throbbed like there were drummers inside the muscles. My back was so stiff, it hurt just to breathe.
                  But before I could doze off right there on the spot, I caught myself. “Okay, I guess I’ll go wash up first,” I said, grimacing as I rose to my feet.
                  Doc Jones stared at me with stunned amazement, his head rolling back on his shoulders. “How? How can you wash up when you have no bones?” he asked.
                  I managed a small laugh. “I’ll come back and roll you to the spigot on a wheelchair,” I said. “Rest for now.”
                  My entire team grunted in exhaustion as I left the tent.
                  I took in a deep breath as I met the cool night air. Daytime was like working on the surface of the sun. But nighttime in Qunar was almost peaceful. Pleasant. The heat dissipated and a coolness blew through the desert.
                  I walked around towards the back of the medical tent. A few feet away was a small spigot and a chipped porcelain basin. This was where most of the dishes were done and where we got our potable water. It was connected to a deep well so the water was refreshing and cool.
                  I should shower but washing here was such a chore. We had use a shower with a tank of water which had to be refilled before each use. And the pressure was so low it felt as if I was being dribbled with water rather than showered.
                  Besides, I was too tired. I turned the spigot and let the basin fill half way. I washed my face, letting the cool water wash away the dirt and grime and heat of the day. I carefully washed my hands, making sure to scrub under my nails and between my fingers. Who knew if there were any communicable diseases running silently around here? We had to be careful.
                  Finished with my ablutions, I wiped my face with a small hand towel I had thrown around my neck.
                  Leaning back, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply again. It was so strange to breathe in air that wasn’t congested with smog. So used to L.A. air, I never really took deep breaths. But the air here was so clean. It was so crystal clear that I couldn’t seem to get enough of it. During the day, it was a muggy mess but at night, it felt so refreshing.
                  “So are we going to talk about that weirdness of seeing that guy here or what?”
                  I whirled around, surprised by the intrusion.
                  Tammy was standing behind me, her own towel wrapped around her neck. Clearly none of us would be taking a shower tonight.
                  “What?” I asked.
                  Tammy rolled her eyes. “Don’t ‘what’ me, Em,” she said, advancing on me like a tiny panther. “That’s the same guy from Reggie’s! Did you know he would be here?”
                  “Of course not!” I said, almost affronted. “How would I know something like that?”
                  Tammy shrugged, eyeing me suspiciously. “Well, you were in his arms that night.”
                  My eyes widened. “I was not!”
                  Tammy shook her head. “Yes you were. You had passed out and you looked mighty cozy in those arms of his.” A sly look passed through her features, her lips curling up into a smile.
                  Why was it suddenly getting hot out here?
                  “You know I’ve been meaning to ask,” she continued. “What did he write on you?”
                  “Huh?”
                  “On your arm,” she said impatiently. “He had taken a marker and had written