Chapter 71

(Emily's POV)

We take Dimitri somewhere I do not know. Mali drives, while Lucio shouts directions and rips open a medical kit with his teeth. He tears into a little packet containing a long tube and a syringe.

Dimitri is sprawled out across the back seat. His eyes are closed and his skin looks gray. He doesn't respond when I squeeze his hand. I'm trying to hold a cloth tight against his stomach, but it's difficult with how wildly Mali is driving and how soaked the cloth has gotten already.

"What's your blood type?" Lucio barks at me.

"What? I-"

"Your blood type!"

"O!... O positive, I think," I said.

I've donated a few times during blood drives at university.

"Good," he says, relieved. "I'm AB, which won't work." He shoves the needle into Dimitri's arm, then says, "Give me yours."

He makes me stand, half-crouching in the speeding car so my arm is higher than Dimitri's.

"How do you know how to do this?" I ask him.

"I was in medical school in Turin," he says, his speech muffled because