#Chapter 152: Blood On My Hands

Kayla I stared wide-eyed down at Nora’s unmoving body, at the pool of blood forming around her abdomen. She coughed and sputtered, eyes glazed over, already worlds away from this place by the time I found her. The warrior said that he had accidentally pushed her too hard during a spar, and she fell against a jagged boulder sticking out of the ground. It impaled Nora’s abdomen almost clean through, the sharp corner pushing through the soft flesh of her belly. She was almost dead by the time Nicholas arrived. She wasn’t even breathing. My hands moved over her, years of training trying to kick in, but I kept coming up short. If I gave her chest compressions, then it would just make her bleed even more. If I tried to move her, then it might scramble her organs and make the wound bigger. And I couldn’t create a tourniquet in that area—it wouldn’t work. Finally, just as Nicholas was dropping to his knees beside me, shouting at the warrior to run and get the medi