"You're not going anywhere," she said and, although she tried to speak firmly, her voice shook a little. There were tears in her eyes for a moment, but she ignored them fiercely. She even ignored the hand on her hair, resting her own hand over it for only a moment before pulling away to follow Faiza's instructions. "We'll talk about this later."

If they could stop the bleeding, there would be time to worry about transfusions later. If they didn't stop it, there wouldn't be time for anything at all. She held the severed hand against the bloody stump, looking up at Faiza expectantly.