A figure walked silently into the clinic; his eyes were black, just like all the others. He needed to take his eye covers off before he attempted to save those in stasis. There was talk around the dome. He knew that Ver would come sometime that same night to attempt something she knew nothing about. If she was going to survive, he had to do it himself.
His mother was a healer. She had taught him everything she knew. Unfortunately, she had tried to save someone with a mortal wound. It killed her.
He had been ridiculed as a child for his white eyes, forcing him to cover them. Many continued their treatment, not even remembering why. He started covering his eyes to hide the white long before his mother's death. She had died right before they left their planet to come to Earth.
