Anxiety gnawed at him.
This was the end of the world. There was no way to take Noah to a hospital. Was he supposed to just stand by and watch—
No. Absolutely not.
"I'm going out for a bit," Liam suddenly said.
He had intended to step out, to find somewhere quiet and steady his thoughts, to come up with a plan.
But just as he rose to leave, Noah let out a soft hiss.
Liam froze mid-step and turned back. "What's wrong?"
Noah shook his head, but that fleeting flicker of pain on his face didn't escape Liam's notice.
Liam sat down again, his gaze sweeping over him before settling on the left arm Noah had kept hidden beneath the blanket.
"Let me see your arm," Liam said.
Noah pressed his lips together and didn't move.
A chill crept up Liam's spine. He reached out, gently lifting the blanket, taking hold of Noah's arm and carefully pushing the sleeve upward.
Then he went still.
Noah's forearm was a horrifying sight.
