Reese looked down at Isaac. Isaac"s skin, gray in color, was cold and clammy; he began to shake. Reese grabbed a blanket to cover him just as Ping entered the room carrying towels and a basin of water. Placing the basin on the floor, she knelt next to Isaac. She pulled back the blanket and opened his shirt. The hole in his chest was black with blood; a piece of fabric protruded from the edge of the wound. Each time Isaac took a labored breath the piece of fabric fluttered. Ping pulled at it with her thumb and forefinger. The bloodied piece of cloth slipped out, the wound began to bleed and bubble. Taking one of the towels, Ping placed it over the wound. Ping then signed Reese to turn Isaac onto his side. She clucked her tongue as her hand explored the wound in Isaac"s back. She placed anot
