Gently clasping her hand, Waylen rasped, "Leave it to me."

With resolve, he hurried over to Alexis, producing a styptic enzyme from his pocket and handing it to her.

Both Alexis' legs were now stained with blood.

Waylen’s heart ached for her. Cradling her in his arms, Alexis leaned against him, her tear-streaked face pleading, "Dad... It hurts."

He kissed her forehead and hoarsely assured, "Dad will take you to the hospital.”