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Estelle “Do something .” I snapped at Ara finally as she stood sobbing in my father’s arms as he caressed her hair like we had all the time in the world for her meltdown. Loretta had already pulled something from her bag and was sprinkling it on his wounds. Maybe it was wishful thinking but the blood coming out seems to be thicker, like it had more chance of stopping. Iris finally came running back with a bunch of supplies in her arms. Loletta set about pushing them into the holes scattered across his chest. I clenched my first at his gasps of pain, fear the only emotion resonating through our bond. “Help her.” I pleaded with Ara who was at least quiet now. She untangled herself from my father and made her way over to Leighton. She said something to Loletta and the pair started
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