turn to the kin, too.
“Is he dead?” Rio shouted as I jumped up and ran over to him.
Gently, I touched his shoulder. There was no response, the dragon-kin’s eyes closed and his head lulling. Now that I was this close I could see how pale he had become.
“He’s passed out,” I diagnosed.
Kewyn cursed.
“Well that’s great!” The half-blood threw his hands in the air, stomping around the cabin. He shook his head and turned to me. “Can he borrow your futon, m’lady?”
“Sure, I think I’m fine without,” I said, gently touching the back of my head. It was tender, but at least I was not dizzy anymore.
Rio slung Levent’s arm over his shoulders, gritting his teeth as he pulled the dragon-kin off the bench. Immediately he stumbled under the weight. “This is so inconvenient,” he complained before he began to drag Levent down the cabin. We were lucky it was only a few feet away.
I opened the door, letting Rio handle the task of putting Levent down unceremoniously face-first on the futon. The redhead put his fists on his hips and looked down at the kin’s unconscious body.
The dart was protruding from the kin’s shoulder gruesomely. I put my hand over my mouth to keep the panicked words that were bubbling up my throat from coming out my mouth.
“That is a nasty wound. He only made it this far because the dart hadn’t been taken out.” His blue eye turned to me, then. “Are you up for healing it? We have some water and cloths.”
I looked down at the kin, my stomach turning at the bloodstain on his already dark cloak. I was the only one that was going to be able stop that bleeding. I looked up at Rio, and nodded.
“Alright,” he said, nodding in return before he flung the door open again. He charged down into the belly of the airship and the door fell shut again.
I took off my coat. It was still cold in the ship, but the engine was starting to heat everything up again. I sat down beside Levent, looking over his sleeping face half-buried in the pillow.
“You have no idea that I saw your scars when you were prancing about half-