I try to rouse him, yelling his name and shaking him. Blood pools around his injured arm, darkening the dirt. My voice grows hoarse from screaming, and nothing I do is waking him. I touch his skin, and it begins to feel cold.

“I need to find help,” I say breathlessly, looking around. But as far as I know, there’s nowhere close enough for me to reach them today.

Panic sets in, my hands shaking. I press my fingers against Dominik’s neck, and can just faintly ...