“You’re okay…you’re okay,” Nathan said, looking down at the jagged piece of metal sticking out of Sasha’s chest like it couldn’t really be there, like it couldn’t bereal. The positioning was perfect. Right in Sasha’s heart. “No, no…you’re okay…you’re going to be okay.”
“N-Nathan…” Sasha tried to speak, and immediately Nathan’s eyes went back to Sasha’s face, that pale skin shimmering with waves of those horrible veins the way Nathan remembered with Sasha’s aunt. The way the poison of the iron had worked through her body before she…
“No,” Nathan said again, shaking his head, crouched on the floor and holding Sasha in his arms tighter. “The antidote,” he said with conviction, holding a hand to Sasha’s cheek the way Sasha had been unable to do with him. “Jim has some. He’s around here…somewhere. He has to be. Jim!” Nathan yelled. He didn’t know what else to do.