Damien.
"Adrein, shut the hell up and grab his legs!" I roared.
My hands were already covered in Noah's dark, hot blood as I forced his trembling shoulders to the side, rolling him onto his right flank. He was choking, his throat clicking with a terrible, wet sound as the dark poison flooded his mouth.
"Damien, he's dying!" Adrein shrieked, his voice rising into a sharp, hysterical register. He was still pacing, his hands shoved into his hair, his eyes wild with terror as he looked back and forth between Noah's bloody face and Maria's motionless form on the cot. "He's dying right in front of us! If Maria wakes up and finds out—"
"I don't give a damn about what Maria thinks right now!" I yelled, dropping my shoulder down to pin Noah's hip against the dusty floorboards. "If you don't help me clear his airway right this second, there won't be anyone left for her to blame! Move your ass!"
