“Get a fire going and boil some water!” Ives barks. “Hopefully the steam will help open his airways.” He rubs his good hand through his hair. “In the meantime, someone make sure his tongue isn't blocking his throat, turn him on his side to be sure he doesn't swallow it. I just don't know how else we can ease him right now.” The guilt sinks its claws deeper into me. I hesitate at the head of the stretcher, unsure of what to do. Do I help? Do I try to sneakily give him my blood? Do I just do it and damn the consequences outright? I reach out a trembling hand, but Ward snatches me back out of the way.
“Come, Kennice. There is nothing you can do for him.” Ward murmurs softly near my ear.
“But-my blood-” I protest.
“There is nothing you can do for him.” Ward hisses urgently, pulling me away
