Page 68 of Shadow Warrior
Twenty-One
“What do you mean you don’t have the equipment to do a transfusion?”
The knight in charge of the med bay plastered an herbal paste onto Lloyd’s bleeding ankle. “I mean, we don’t have the equipment.”
“Lloyd.” I tapped his cheek. “Come on.” He was too far gone to feed and take the blood he needed.
“The bleeding won’t stop,” the knight said.
Carlo burst into the room. “What’s happening, why’s he not on a drip to transfuse?”
“Because they don’t have one.”
“Fuck this shit.” Carlo began opening and closing drawers and pulling out equipment.
“What are you doing?” the knight asked.
“Saving my friend’s life,” Carlo snapped. “Justice, I need bagged blood, lots of it.”
I turned to the medic. “Where do you keep your bagged blood?”
“We don’t use bagged blood at the fortress,” the knight said. “You should know that, cadet.”
Fucking hell. “But you send shipments to the barracks when we run out. So, where is it stored?”
He looked surprised, as if he honestly had no clue. What was he? Feyblood by the scent of him. It was obvious he had nothing to do with the shipments or storage.
“Justice. There’s no time,” Carlo said.
I stripped off the breastplate and rolled up the sleeve to my feytech skin. “Take it from me.”
Carlo nodded. “We’ll take it in turns.” He pulled a chair toward the bed Lloyd was laid on. “Sit.”
It took seconds for him to stab me with a needle and set the transfusion in motion, and then Carlo was examining Lloyd’s leg.
“What’s stopping him from healing?”
“I don’t know,” the medic said.
Did they just slap a medic badge onto anyone in this place?
Anger raged through me. “Bullshit, you don’t. The course was set up by Henrich and the knights. The trap that got him was put there by the knights. Like hell you don’t know what toxin it was coated in.”
The knight bristled. “I’d watch your tone, cadet.”
“Fuck this.” Carlo shoved the medic aside. “Purple swelling. Need to draw the poison out before healing the wound,” he muttered to himself. He grabbed a washcloth and wiped off the paste the knight had lathered on and started barking orders.
The medic looked like he wanted to argue.
I glared at him. “If Lloyd dies, it’ll be on you.”
The medic sighed and set to work. I focused on Lloyd, ignoring the weakness in my limbs as my blood was siphoned into his body.
Was there a spot of color on his pale cheeks? Yes.
I blinked back the black spots dancing in my vision.
“Justice, you good?” Carlo asked from his spot by Lloyd’s ankle.
