“Move! Let me see him!” I pushed people aside who were gawking at him. He writhed on the floor, screaming in agony. His shoulder was spewing blood, and deep wounds made it clear he’d been digging at where his arm used to be.
I dropped to the ground next to him, while others were holding him down. They struggled to contain his arm as he fought to continue clawing at himself. What the h*ll is going on?
His neck was red and covered in blisters like Rhett’s scar was, and I guessed that if I removed his shirt, there’d be a lot more on his chest.
“Rhett, get me a clear potion that smells like lemon and thyme.” I ordered and inspected the blisters. They looked ready to burst, and I was careful not to poke them.
“Is this it?” A glass jar appeared by my face. The lid was off, and I could smell
