I wasn't sure what was running through Rion's mind as he let me follow him to the infirmary after breakfast.
When we arrived in Jeron's room, Keigan had just finished tending to Jeron's wounds. There was still no improvement. I didn't need to rely on the grim looks etched across Keigan's and Raye's faces to know that. Jeron's condition spoke for itself. His body was so battered, so still, it was painful just to look at him.
"Have they returned?" Raye asked, her eyes darting between Rion and me.
I shook my head, feeling sorry.
Rion's gaze landed on Keigan. "Do you give him oral medicine?"
"Yes, he takes it, but it barely does anything. I've already used the best we have."
"Can you make a small amount of oral medicine right now? Vivien wants to try something."
I froze, instantly realizing what Rion meant. My gaze snapped to him in horror.
"You don't mean… do you plan to mix it with my blood?"
"What's happening? What—blood?" Raye blurted, confusion flashing in her eyes.
