"That's out of the question," Mattheus panted. "You know you can't -"
"I know!" she shot back, although she kept her voice low enough that only he could hear her. She could see Constantine lowering the tent flap behind him and beginning to hobble over in the distance; she knew what would happen if he figured out what she was about to do. Not just him, but everyone. And damn it, she knew she was being reckless, but...
"I'll bring the others, those of us who are strongest. They may be able to do something."
"Look at how fast he's worsening! There's no time!"
"But you'll -"
"I'll what!" she snapped. "Yes, all right, I need to stay hidden, but what are you going to do, then? Are you going to just watch him die? Is that what you're going to do? Look at him, Mattheus! Look at him! Tell me
