She pulls at the arrow and it jars, making him cry out, though he bites down over it, not wanting to make this any worse for her His head swims. The vines keep whispering, insidious. He reaches out for Julie with his hand.

"I'm not dead," he says. "And I'm not going to be. It's okay."

He looks up. "Mathias, you need to help her. You need to get it out of me and then you need to tie it up."

And his eyes keep straying to the vines.