Verchiel dragged Katelina to the door. She hoped a little of the blood made it down her mom's throat. At least enough to keep her alive. They could always come back and try again later. Maybe if she got a syringe-

"She'd choke," Verchiel commented.

"Who would?" Des asked as they joined him. "Are you ready?"

"Not quite," Verchiel said.

"You're coming with us? I thought you were supposed to finish the hospital." Des narrowed his eyes.

"I can do it in ...