Mia rifled through her pack. She hadn't thought her saddlebags carried any of the healing water, but after the first day climbing the cliffs, they had rebalanced and reorganized the saddlebags to make things easier on the horses that were having trouble ascending–
"HERE!" She cried a little louder than she meant to. She drew the marked canteen from Harper's bag and turned.
To her horror, Ford was now lying unconscious, almost as pale as the white slate on which he lay.
"No," The breathy whisper preceded her rush to his side by the barest second. "Ford, Ford wake up."
She pulled his head to her lap, with her father's help, and tried to rouse him. His eyes slit open, and she smiled desperately.
"You need to drink this," Seth pulled the canteen from his daughter's quivering hands and uncorked it, urging Ford to take a sip of the water.
"I'm fine," The younger man grumped after he swallowed. "I told you."
