Xena
West and I climb down the cliff. It is steeper and harder than I thought. The cold wind is merciless, making the fingertips numb, but we manage to get to the injured.
Jane is in a bad shape and badly alive. A needle around her heart to drain the blood compressing her heart does the trick. She should be fine until she gets to the hospital. Her son has a concussion, and fractures of both his legs, but he should also be fine. Uncle Frank is the one not so stable. My heart sinks as he holds my hand and insist on speaking.
“You… and… Xael…” he takes breaks to utter each word. It is obvious that is taking everything off him.
“Don’t speak, Uncle Frank, just breathe,” I urge, but he tightens his grip and shakes his head.
“You… two… can’t se-pa-ra-te. The… pack… will ..be.. doomed…”
