“Smith,” Darrin growled at the medic, “Brady’s losing more blood!”
Smith moved away from briefly checking Loraina’s condition and over to Brady. The pus had stopped oozing out, but not much else had changed about his condition. He was still bleeding out and occasionally foaming at the mouth.
“I’ve asked a nurse in the pack to bring him some blood and more bandages. We need to clean out the wound. I just don’t know what I would clean it with. And frankly, I’m not sure how to stop whatever else is happening to him.”
“Figure it out,” Darrin’s snarl was turning menacing with each second that passed.
Max chewed the skin around her thumb, watching the medic Darrin called Smith work on Brady. He remained calm, but Max could see he was getting flustered with Darrin over his should
