Nora's POV
My mouth opens but nothing emerges. The adhesive keeping blood from seeping through the small punctures surrounding each suture must have loosened, and touching it up might restore him temporarily. Yet I cannot continue this endless cycle. Soon enough, James will develop an infection that could kill him.
A wave of nausea crashes over me suddenly. My eyes squeeze shut as I wait for the dizziness to subside. We lack the necessary supplies, and Tim remains uncertain about our exact requirements.
However, someone else might possess that knowledge, and I must reach out to him.
Right now.
"Everyone is welcome to remain here," I announce, struggling to prevent my voice from trembling. Nobody will support my plan, James included. Still, I see no alternative. Time is slipping away. "I realize space is limited." My fingers nervously wind through my hair. "If only the new house was finished. We would have ample rooms."
