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“He’s dead,” she says.
“Cool.” I cough. “Was it painful? I hope it was painful.”
“A little. Though, I hear going down covered in your hot sauce isn’t the worst way to go.”
“What?”
She lays a hand on my shoulder. “Just try to relax for now, okay? I’ll tell you all about it later.”
I notice the bandage wrapped around her elbow. “Wait. What happened to you?” I ask, trying to point.
She forces my hand back down to my side. “You needed blood. I needed you. It was a fair trade.”
“You gave me blood?”
“Yeah,” she says.
“How’d you know my blood type?”
“Didn’t need it. I’m O-neg.”
“Cool. I’m O-pos,” I say.
She smiles. “Charlotte, too.”
“Is that right?”
I lie back and breathe as a rush of dizziness hits me. Anna looks at me with growing concern in her eyes and I rub my thumb along the side of her hand.
“I got Silva blood in me, eh?” I murmur.
“And lots of it,” she says.
“I thought I was feeling unusually cocky.”
She laughs, her eyes shimmering a little.
I try to raise my right wrist, but it tugs back down with a dull clink. I look at the silver metal cuff latching me to the bed and I groan. “That’s not a good sound...”
“Don’t worry about it right now,” she says.
“Am I going to jail?” I ask her.
Anna exhales. “They’re coming to talk to you soon,” she says slowly. “Just... try to relax. You’re not going anywhere yet.”
“Ehhhh.” I settle back down. “Where’s Charlotte? Is she all right?”
She smiles. “Yeah, she’s fine. She’s with Vin and Evey.”
“Good.” I close my eyes, feeling tired again. “Hey, Anna.”
“Yeah?”
“If I go to jail, let me see her one last time. Please?”
Anna squeezes my hand.
“You will,” she says, as I drift off. “I promise.”
