Dylan’s POV
“Dylan, give me your arm?" Mandy asked, urgency evident in her voice. Without hesitation, I offered up my arm as she swiftly inserted a needle, the sharp sting sending a shiver down my spine. In a synchronized motion, Mandy made a small incision in Carina’s arm and connected a drip pipe between us.
"We need to let the drip flow from you into her veins," Mandy explained her tone a mix of determination and hope. As the clear liquid travelled through the tube, I couldn't help but wonder if this unconventional method would actually work. But I trusted Mandy, so I pushed aside any doubts and focused on the task at hand.
Mandy carefully mixed the wolfsbane with the antibiotics. Carina lay still on the makeshift bed, her breathing slow and steady now that the seizures had stopped.
