Seline
I stare at Sam as he grabs the metal pole sticking out of me. “I’m going to yank this out, okay?” He’s looking at me, and when I don’t respond, I see the panic in his eyes. “Seline?!”
“You have to leave it in,” Austin says urgently. “If you take it out, the blood loss will be too severe. We won’t be able to be able to take her to a healer in time.”
“Do you think I’m an i***t?” My father glowers at Austin. “Of course, I’ll stop the blood flow. It’s the internal damage I’m worried about. Even magic can’t heal such severe injuries.”
I’m not so sure magic can do anything about blood flow, either. At this point, I’ve lost too much.
“This is not your fight!” Daston shouts towards the warlocks as he makes his way towards Sam. He hasn’t yet realized that Grayson is dead, it seems.
