Cecelia
When Dr. Ramirez said she could do open heart surgery in a pinch, she wasn’t kidding. Aiden and a bunch of other men used my blanket as a sling to pick up Samson and move him as quickly and gently as they could to the packhouse. There was no operating theater, there was only one patient bed, so that’s where they lay the boy, whose skin was quickly turning a scary shade of grey, despite his dark complexion. He had lost consciousness somewhere along the way.
“Luna, how are you with blood?”
“Uh, fine?”
“Good, you stay to assist me, everyone else clear out and give me some room!”
Everyone obeyed, except for Aiden, although he did step back out of the way to let the small woman do her work.
“Take this and keep pressure on the wound,” she said, guiding my hands over the wadded-up
