“There are two parts to the bleeding,” Flavia muttered, not clear whether she was talking to us or herself. From the first-aid kit, she pulled a scalpel that she placed on Astrid’s forearm. “First, a small incision is to be made on the participant’s non-dominant arm, large enough to draw blood.”
Her hand quivered as she hovered the small blade over the unconscious girl, seemingly trying to ready herself.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes. I’m fine.” She nodded, but it wasn’t convincing me.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m just...” Flavia hesitated to take a deep breath. “I’m not good with blood.”
Ah... That would certainly explain her shakiness.
I placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping it wouldn’t startle her. “I can do it?”
“No, I’ll be fine...” Yet, she didn’t move a muscle. Frozen in time, preciou
