“I can’t—My gloves are slipping from the b-blood. I can’t get a good enough grip. I—I need something.” Gloam’s breath trembled out, his voice tight when he asked, “Is there anything that will help?” I tried to think. Tried not to let the clawing panic overwhelm me. “Um… um… I… M-maybe—maybe pliers? I c-could go look in the garage.”
