Manuel didn't give Archer the chance to touch Sammel. He bent and scooped up the smaller O'Malley in his arms and turned without a word, carrying him toward the infirmary. It was the least he could do. His brother shot the boy after all.

Archer kept pace, checking Sammel's pulse. Manuel could tell from holding him he was still alive. It was easy to tell. The part that still made Sammel who he was hadn't left yet. If it did, he'd feel like a sack of meat.

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