** Paige’s POV **

Poppy washes her hands before putting the equipment in a bowl and pouring boiling water over it. She kneels beside Leo again, her face pale, but her hands are steady. She sucks in a breath, closing her eyes and muttering a prayer before her eyes snap open and she looks down at Leo with determination. “Okay, move your hands.”

I move back, grimacing at the blood now that the pressure isn’t slowing it.

“He’s going to need a blood transfusion, although I don’t know ...