Jozef's arms wrapped around Shaun as she fell to the patio deck, her body going limp against him. He kneeled with her, setting her gently on the ground. He couldn't tell what was wrong and her eyes were closed so he couldn't ask her. He'd never been so frustrated at his lack of voice before. Shaun moaned and a trickle of white foam spilled from her lips. An unfamiliar sensation hit Jozef at the sight. Burning fear.
He glanced frantically around and, spotting Havel striding toward them, quickly signed, help her.
Havel dropped to his knees on Shaun's other side, his concerned gaze running down her prone body. He lifted her wrist and felt for a pulse. Havel was the only man on his team with more than basic First Aid knowledge. He'd been forced to patch up their men on several occasions.
