I could do that, I realized. I could tell Beverly what to do, how to help, and maybe if I had that to focus on, I would be able to keep myself awake and focused. Maybe it would be better for me, too, if I could just focus on this.

"A tourniquet," I said. "Take... take my belt." Around the waist of my pajama pants I had tied a length of deerskin scavenged from another piece of clothing so that I could tie my weapons close. "Take my belt and wind it as tight as you can around my forearm. Then tie it."

Even if I screamed, it would be better.