…just staring as nature slowly dilutes and washes away the blood.

There is only a finite amount of blood in the human body.

I should check his ID chip, or at the very least feel sick.

I don’t.

Brian running past me to check the guy’s ID is what draws my attention back. He mutters a few soft curses and then holds the guy like one might hold a sibling. Brian’s eyes are clenched tightly closed, hands balled into fists.

I finally manage to find my voice,”We need to...