Third Person's POV
That night, except for Klein, no one got any sleep.
They were all absolutely exhausted. But Doctor Digby had said the night was critical.
If Marsh could make it through, he'd have at least a ten percent chance of survival.
Ten percent—it was a slim hope, but it was enough to make everyone anxious and eager, yet also tormented.
Doctor Digby simply lay down on the ground and fell asleep. The journey had left him utterly drained.
Harlan and Mason took turns keeping watch, each for an hour.
During the night, they administered medicine five times.
Starting with just two small spoonfuls each time, by the fifth round, they managed to get half a bowl down Marsh's throat.
This night dragged on interminably, each moment a torment like being roasted over a fire.
They kept
