Greg didn't know what to say. He couldn't do anything but look at the blood that kept coming and where his arm should be.
There was too much blood, and he was going to die here like Hilda did. Maybe that was fair, or maybe it was justice for thinking he could be better than he was.
His vision was getting worse, and the dark was coming in from the sides. Shock and blood loss were working together to bring him down.
He could hear his family and the fighting, but it all felt so far away. He lost his left arm and Hilda was gone. Everything he had tried to put together had fallen apart.
He could see movement at the edge of his fading vision. Something small and see-through was getting closer. It was Hammy. As it pressed against Greg's other hand, the slime made a soft, worried sound.
Greg felt something warm through the pain and shock. The hammer inside Hammy's body was glowing brighter than ever and beating in time with his heart.
