“Rebecca!”
Gage ran to her side, his hand immediately going to the wound on her shoulder. There was blood everywhere, and there was nothing around to use to try to stop it. He tried his hand, but it didn’t work very well. The red liquid continued to seep at an alarming rate through his fingers.
“What happened?” Jenny’s panicked voice drew his attention away from Rebecca. He focused in on the scarf she was wearing around her neck.
“Give me your scarf.”
“What?” she said, bewildered.
“Give me your scarf!”
He vaguely registered her fingers trembling as she unwound the scarf from around her neck. Once it was free, she thrust it in his direction and stepped back as if it were a snake about to bite her.
Lifting Rebecca’s arm, he wrapped the thin scarf tight around her bicep. It didn’t take
