_ Survival is a Must

After all the formalities, I think to myself; first and foremost, we need to treat Pretty Boy and Yara.

It's not a suggestion, not a discussion. It's a necessity. I don't care how much Bea wants to squabble or how much León thinks he can tough it out… without medical attention, they're both circling the drain.

"We need a plan," I say, rubbing my temples. "León and Yara need treatment, or we're going to lose them. And since none of us are qualified doctors…" I glance at Yara, who gives me an indifferent look, "…we need supplies. Food. Water. Medicine. Basic human necessities."

Bea snorts. "You say 'basic' like they aren't all nearly extinct luxuries now."

"Luxuries or not, we need them." I shoot her a look. "You stay with them. Make sure their wounds don't get infected with black worms."

Bea grimaces. "Yeah, thanks for the visual."

I shrug. "Infections aren't pretty, cariño."

"But…"