Helplessness. What an awful feeling, and one Alejandro never experienced before. It bothered him as much as the fear that gripped him when he thought of Francine not recovering. No! She has to get better. I won't let her die.
Alejandro paced in front of the door that hid him from Francine and the doctor they called to take care of her. The ride to Naomi's house with Francine pale and unconscious would haunt him forever. He'd not wanted to move her initially, but he feared even more her bleeding out from the silver embedded in her flesh, so he agreed to meet the physician at Naomi's house, which cut their travel time in half.