Blood, hot and salty, pulsed into his mouth, coated his face and neck. Matheus gulped, unable to move, an inferno devouring his skin, pain spiking down to the bone. Voices floated around him, distorted and undecipherable. He gasped as something icy dropped onto his scorched limbs. The source of the blood slipped away, replaced a moment later. The taste changed; this one had more copper. Fresh snow piled onto him, smothering the heat. He sucked in the last drops, whimpering as his meal was pushed aside. A shadow fell over his face, but his vision only produced vague shapes.
“We have to move him. Those sirens are getting close.”
“I’ll get the truck.”
Hands gripped his arms and legs, hoisting him out of his frozen bed. Matheus protested, but only dull croaks emerged. His head spun; his brain sloshed from side to side as he was carried. Pain radiated through his body, his skin cracking with every movement. Tears pooled in the corner of his eyes before overflowing.