Ward had turned toward the doctor but his eyes kept shifting of their own mind back to the scene behind the glass. “Like to a gruesome train wreck,” Ward mused. His glance flitted toward the limbless girl but he found Reza blocking his view. Reza’s demeanour startled him, causing his drifting gaze to focus.
Reza looked hungry – that was the only word for it. He was standing drawn forward, his forehead almost touching the glass. Ward could see only the side of his face. Even from that angle, the straining intensity was obvious. At first Ward thought, amazed, that it was lust. Then he realized that not lust but longing overwhelming his friend’s beautiful visage.
Ward walked over and gently touched Reza’s arm. “Reza, are you okay?”
Reza’s silky voice came out like a frog’s croak. Ward didn
