Sally's POV
Time crawls by until Juliette finally speaks. "That's sufficient." She clamps the tubing and withdraws the needle from Philip's arm, applying pressure with clean gauze. "We need to allow his system to process this. Dick, maintain the IV drip."
When Philip tries to stand, he wobbles dangerously and grabs the bed frame for support. Sean moves like lightning, catching him before he falls.
"Stay seated," I command, rushing to his other side. My voice trembles but carries enough authority to make him comply. He collapses back into the chair next to Karl's bed, burying his face in his palms. I stroke his hair gently.
"His blood is still battling the toxin," Juliette reports after studying the monitor readings. "But the process has decelerated, which indicates progress. The transfusion has provided us with crucial time."
"How long do we have?" Sean demands.
Juliette looks directly at him. "Long enough to hope it's sufficient."
