Hesitantly, she placed her arms on his shoulders firmly, holding him still as Mr. Kerull removed the blood-stained cloth wrapping around Macheo's arm, narrowing his gaze as he saw the vibrant crimson reveal itself in full glory.
"What is the status of this infliction?"
"I…"
"Answer quickly; he is losing life as we speak, girl."
Mr. Kerull went about the situation with haste, giving little time to Iris--forcing her to find her words properly before answering.
"His arm was infected...So I amputated it."
"I see. Good call; not many have the will to make such a decision."
Quiet, yet chilling groans continuously left the boy's lips as he remained out of the realm of consciousness as they spoke, garnering their attention.
"...That tourniquet was quite tightly wrapped; likely in your haste. Let's hope there isn't permanent damage to his nerves. That is assuming he makes it."
"Assuming?..."
"He will."
