Chapter 20
Once they were both certain that Whalen and the parasite were dead, attention turned to his wounds. Rapunzel wasn’t the best at wrapping up his arm, and they had no clean water to flush out the bacteria, but he wouldn’t bleed to death—at least not right there and then.
“Come on,” said the Monk. “We have to get you to a hospital.”
Walking faster this time, it took only an hour and a half to get to their entry point. Weary and literally drained, Cillian could hardly climb onto the motorcycle, let alone hold on. When Rapunzel realized he needed help, the Monk instead insisted that he get on its back, a request practically unheard of from the species, since they saw it as demeaning. He didn’t question it. His wounds felt like they were on fire, including the old ones. Once he
