Chapter 266: Place On The Food Chain
Before Luca could reply, Gideon’s anguished cries broke through the tension Mad Dog’s words had caused.
"Harper!" Gideon called out, putting pressure against the leg wound of one of his soldiers. It was the guy who had moved himself to the wall, but I hadn’t realized at the time just how much blood he was losing. Based on the puddle around him, I would say that he had more blood out of his body than in it. "Shit. Harper, stay with me," Gideon continued, his growl turning more into a desperate plea.
And there was nothing I enjoyed more than a desperate person with a simple wish on their lips.
The man, Harper, simply looked at Gideon like he was stupid. "It nicked an artery," he said, his voice sounding much more reedy than before.
"You’ll be fine," grunted Gideon, ignoring Harper’s comment. "We’ll get you back to base, and the healer will take care of you. You’ll be fine."
Turning my attention away from Luca’s and Mad Dog’s staring competition, I walked over to where Gideon was now kneeling in his friend’s blood as he tried to tie off a tunicate with trembling hands.
"He doesn’t look fine," I said, crouching down so I could get a better look. And it was true. Harper was now turning a greyish white shade as Gideon’s hands slipped for the fourth time as he tried to cut off the flow of blood. "If you tie that too tight, it will cut the leg off, and your friend will have a peg leg like a pirate."
I chuckled softly at that picture, but Gideon clearly didn’t appreciate my sense of humor because he snarled at me, never taking his eyes off his task. "Are you going to help or just make commentary?"
"Leave her alone," grunted Harper, sending Gideon a death glare. "She’s just a kid. What help can she give?"