“Get the bag I dropped there,” said Gabe intensely, cradling Jack in his arms. “And get the bottle opener from the kitchen.”
“Right,” said Noah, shooting to his feet, intensely glad to have something he could do to help. The bottle opener was sitting on the counter next to the fridge. The bag was full of bottles that weirdly reminded Noah of old-fashioned milk bottles, possibly because they were made of opaque white glass. They were crimped at the top, though, with bottle caps just like beer bottles. Noah opened one and handed it to Gabe. Gabe held it to Jack’s lips and Jack drank from it, his hands coming up to hold it after a moment, trembling but strong enough that Gabe let go of it to grab a second bottle. A little bit of crimson fluid leaked down Jack’s chin from the bottle, revealing its contents, though it wasn’t as if Noah hadn’t already known that it was filled with blood.