Dante carefully took the needle, his vision blurring as he took it. He moved and injected it into his wound, his eyes flashing red in pain. He gasped and dropped the needle and held his wound. “I’m alright…forget how much…it stings…if you could…help me wrap…” then he stopped and sniffed the air. “You have a window open…I smell fresh blood outside…” he tried to get to his feet but swayed as he did. “My lady…I smell her blood…” then they both heard her cry of pain. “Lady Shade!”
Shade was panting on the stairs just outside, her shoulder a smoking mess. She had to get somewhere safe, her book glowing on her hip.