"How..." he trailed off, his eyes moving from the blood-stained bindings wrapped around my chest, then traveling up to scan my face as if seeing me for the first time.
Shaking hard, I tried to keep the darkness from consuming me as I watched as his gaze immediately snapped back to the wound, his medical training overriding the shock.
He gently moved my hand away from where I'd been pressing against my side. The blood-drenched fabric dropped from my trembling fingers as he replaced it with a fresh towel, applying firm pressure. I watched his expression shift as the towel immediately began turning red, the blood soaking through faster than it should.
His eyes widened with alarm. "This isn't normal," he said, his voice tight. "You shouldn't still be bleeding this much."
He removed the sat
