"Cassian!" I shrieked.
To say I was panicked was a massive understatement. Even Samuel's eyes widened, and he immediately gestured for me to get up to make more room for him to work.
I didn't need to be told twice. Quickly, I darted to one side, but Cassian's fingers were still fiercely interlocked with my own. I couldn't be rid of him, the same way I couldn't get rid of my own arm. No matter how I tried to shake him free for the good of his own health, he refused to let go. If anything, Cassian merely seemed to grab on even tighter than before.
Then again, I couldn't in good conscience pull away from him. Guilt crawled up my spine and curdled in my gut as I saw Cassian's pale face, made worse by his bloodstained lips. If I wasn't so stubborn and contrary, and just held his fucking hand despite my dislike, he wouldn't be spitting out blood now.
