Everyone else was worried about the plan that James was brewing but they had no choice but to try it. Hunter’s condition was worsening every minute that passed. He was paler than earlier; he was running a fever and his breath was labored.
Garie huffed and then she nodded, agreeing to it.
“What else do you need?” Garie asked James.
“I need some of your blood,” He answered.
Garie nodded and then she held out her arm.
“Get as much blood as you need.” She told him.
James nodded and then he grabbed a new set of syringes and then he disinfected Garie’s arm and stuck the syringe into her vein and took a few milliliters of her blood. After getting the right amount, Garie’s wound healed and she watched as James began to work on his little chemistry set. He even took the thorn and used its sap
