Gyrfalcon's Keep fool me once, strike one. fool me twice, strike three.

The sick thing sputtered and whined and claimed she was dying. Harley’s eyed widened in complete shock at this, completely overcome with the realization. “Wait. Really?” the girl gasped, her breath coming fast and often, her lungs heaving with the effort of breathing. “Oh my god…” Harley had never been in a situation such as this, where a life was on the line! In her pack there had always been medics to call upon — Raiden, specifically — but here there were none and Harley felt wholly inadequate. And now, someone might die because of it!

Harley wanted to wail and whine herself, but knew she wasn’t the one who got to complain, here. Steeling her quivering jaw, she asked in a hushed whisper “What should I do?” hoping the girl would somehow be able to answer this query.