KELSEY POV

But then I looked across the hall.

A little boy was crying for his mother. An old man lay on a mat near the door, struggling to breathe. Several other villagers were still waiting for help.

If I stopped now, some of them might not survive the night.

I wiped the blood from my hands onto the inside of my skirt and pulled my sleeve down to cover the veins.

I could rest later.

"Kelsey!"

Celeste hurried toward me, carrying a wooden bowl.

"There's a little girl in the corner. Her fever is getting worse, and she stopped breathing!"

"Show me."

I followed her across the hall, trying...