Chapter 228: Melody

Neither Grant nor Melody moved a muscle until the bungalow door shut. Even then Melody crossed to the door and drew the curtain across the glass without uttering a word. She turned and leveled a glare at him, still not speaking.

Nolan emerged from the hallway. His steps were heavier and he swayed on his feet. The backpack was gone and so were the sacks of supplies. He had dark circles under his eyes and the visible bruises were beginning to turn spectacular colors.

"Vaughn's getting the last IV bag, then we'll try for a transfusion," he announced.

"Is that really a good idea?" Melody's face creased in concern.

Nolan leveled a flat stare at her. "You saw how tired he is. I don't think there's enough in him to keep him going. He loses much more and he's done for."

Melody held up her hands. "Okay. You know what you're doing better than I do. I just want to make sure we're making the best decision possible."

"What's our plan?" Nolan glanced between them.

"That's what we have