[IRIS POV]
Healer Felix's jaw tightened, but he got to work, his professional expertise visible in every movement. In no time at all, my arm was bound, and Healer Felix easily extracted a syringe full of blood and inserted it into the IV bag that was attached to the back of Martin's hand.
I watched with bated breath as the bag of saline liquid immediately turned a blood red, and the tubes slowly became crimson as my blood dripped into Martin's body.
"Is it enough?" I asked. "Do you need to take more?"
Martin's family also looked anxiously at Healer Felix, waiting for his response.
Healer Felix's nostrils flared. "We need to wait and see. If we use too much of your blood, we might end up causing his body to reject the foreign influence."
