Chapter 8: She Bleeds, I Bleed

I woke up because someone was shouting at me in the dark. "—not allowed. Do you hear me? You are not allowed." Everything was very far away, except the voice, which was inside my ribs. I opened my eyes. Dario Moretti was kneeling over me in a lake of blood, both hands pressed into my back, and there was a tube running from his arm to mine. His shirt was gone. His forearms were shredded from the cable. His face— His face was wrecked. "There you are," he breathed. "You're... transfusing...