She turned her gaze to Terence, who lay unconscious in the hallway, hooked up to a blood transfusion. Seeing his sorry state, her expression turned solemn.
Half an hour earlier, Halle had faced the most critical situation of her time in Tanzania. Terence had just returned from a mission chasing poachers in the wilderness at an altitude of over 4,600 meters. He had been shot multiple times, with deep wounds across his shoulder and back, bleeding profusely. Now, he was unconscious.
However, aside from him, another person was carried back, too—Darlene Benson, the deputy leader of Zone A. She had been shot in the leg, her face pale from blood loss, and she was trembling from shock.
When Terence had regained consciousness and saw the latter, his trembling hand immediately grabbed Halle’s arm, leaving streaks of blood on her white coat.
“Take my blood for her,” he muttered weakly.
He was insane. His injuries were far worse than Darlene’s. If they drew blood from him now, he might not survive.
On that note, Halle firmly refused, “We can't do that.”