He was going to pass out and Ky was pretty sure if that happened she wouldn't be able to wake him up again. This wasn't really her area: Kymopoleia was more about killing people than saving them, but she'd seen people burn wounds closed hundreds of times on TV and figured it had to work. What did she have to lose?
She shoved things violently out of the way as she searched for the iron and when she found it came rushing back out the front. A fucking outlet! She needed a fucking place to fucking plug the fucking thing in!
Eventually she threw a chair out of the way and found one behind him, turning the iron on as high as it would go. While it heated up she rushed back over to her husband and grabbed his face again. No, he was losing it. He was losing it quickly.
"Hey!" she shouted at him. "Open your eyes you fucking piece of shit, you hear me?" Ky slapped him again, and this time it was hard and the sound echoed through the room. "What, you're gonna just curl up and die like some little pussy? Come on, you're fucking monster, you destroyed lives and drowned fucking ships, and you're just gonna die like some pathetic loser? Huh? You gonna fucking let some little sea nymph you used to own slap you around until you cry? Show some fucking backbone!"