As I closed the door, I quickly approached Eirin's bed. Lyra watched intently, her eyes glued to my every move as she waited to see what I would do.
I began by removing the bandages from Eirin's chest. His skin, burned and warped, barely resembled that of a human. Without hesitation, I peeled the bandages away and made a deep cut on the left side of his chest, precisely where his heart was located.
The cut was deep enough to cause a faint reaction from Eirin, though he remained unconscious. I ensured the cut was wide enough to expose his heart. Lyra's eyes widened, her expression filled with concern and urgency.
She seemed on the verge of speaking but held back, understanding this was not the time.
I noted that Eirin's heartbeat was steady, confirming he was still alive. Without wasting another moment, I made a cut on my arm, allowing blood to drip from the wound. Sensing someone approaching the door, I hurriedly positioned my arm over Eirin's chest.
