Lucia's Masks

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My dad keeps a fan on top of the filing cabinet in the jail. Marsh turned it on when we got back and aimed it at the on-fire guy who was lying in the exact same position I? left him in. Then Marsh sat down on the side of the bed.?ello, ?he said. Not to me, of course.>?fraid I missed that, ?Marsh said.>? brought you here, ?I said. ?avens didn? have anything to do with it.?The guy shifted his eyes over to me and shielded them with one hand like he was looking into the light. ?re you an angel he asked.?f course not, ?I told him. My face suddenly felt very hot. I went and stood right in front of the fan. >?ar from it, ?Marsh said. He wrapped his fingers around the guy? wrist and counted his pulse. ?ow are you feeling? Still flying He stretched the guy? right eye open. Same for the left. ?ollow my finger, ?he said. The guy just stared at him like his eyelids were locked open in his head. Then slowly, slowly he let them close down.Marsh opened the only window in the jail and cranked the speed of the fan up as high as it would go. Then he motioned me to follow him outside. ?here did you find him he asked me. He kept his voice quiet and low.>>>Marsh is a slow reactor, so you have to give him time. He blew out his breath once or twice and looked off somewhere just past my shoulder. Eventually he said, ?hat are you expecting to do with him ?ook after him, ?I said. ?e asked for my help and I took a vow I? give it to him.?Marsh smiled in this sad way he has that ties his face directly up to his heart. ?ou were a medic in the war, weren? you I wasn? supposed to ask him about those days, but I knew that much for sure. He kept a bunch of medals in the glove compartment of his truck.Marsh took off his sunglasses and perched them up on top of his head. Then he rubbed the marks the glasses left on his nose a few times. After that he went back inside the jail and watched the guy sleep for a while. Eventually he rolled the on-fire guy over. There were rows of round, red marks on the backs of his legs. Some of them had scabbed up. Some were oozing clear liquid. Weeping, I think you say.?re those burns I asked.?es, ?Marsh said. ?ut not from a wildfire. He? banged up some, but he? not burned like that.?He slid his glasses back onto his nose. ?nd I? pretty sure it isn? because he flew down here.?