"No time," Viktor muttered. His hand moved to his belt—to a small pouch hanging there. His fingers fumbled with the clasp before finally getting it open.
He pulled out a handful of crushed herbs, the green and brown mixture looking like something scraped off a forest floor.
Without hesitation, he shoved his hand under his shirt, pressing the herbs directly against the stab wound in his belly.
"Ghh—fuck—" The curse tore out of him, his body going rigid.
"What are you doing?!" Mira grabbed his wrist. "You can't just—"
"Stops... bleeding..." Viktor's jaw clenched. "Trust me..."
His hand moved in small circles, rubbing the herbs into the wound. Blood mixed with the crushed plants, creating a dark paste that looked absolutely disgusting.
But Kaida noticed something. The bleeding was slowing. Not stopping, but definitely slowing.
'What the fuck kind of herbs are those?'
Mira and Helena hovered on either side of the bed, both crying, both useless in their panic.
