There was frantic activity all around the room. No one actually spoke a single word. They all just moved around like pre-programmed robots. The flight back to the forest house had been the same. Tense and quiet, with everyone doing all they could to keep both men stable and alive.
Lorenzo felt as though his stomach had twisted into a tight knot, crawled up his throat and settled there like a huge lump that prevented even air from getting through. He swallowed, but it didn’t get the constricted feeling to leave him.
An intense desperation clawed at his insides. He wanted to do something, but this part was not his to handle. He was no doctor, that was Gabriel and the man was already elbows deep in his role.
“Get me some clean towels and a bottle of vodka,” Gabriel shouted to no one in
