“Do we just pour it on the wound?” Jim asked.
Nathan had to shake Sasha again to get him to answer. “First…on the wound…and then…then...” Sasha cringed. His eyes closed tight against another wave of pain, and he shook with a convulsion that finally left him still.
“Sasha?” Nathan prompted. “Hey!” But no amount of shaking was enough to rouse him this time.
Nathan quickly unscrewed the top of the vial and poured half of it onto Sasha’s wound. It fizzled like acid, but instead of eating the skin, it indeed healed it, at least the wound and immediate presence of blue veins. But it did not spread far. The poison was too imbedded. There wasn’t time to consider a thousand possibilities that might waste what little antidote they had, so Nathan took the rest of the liquid and poured it down Sasha’s throat.
“Nathan!” Jim called out. But foolish or not, they soon saw that Nathan was right.