"Peter?" Her voice was hoarse and her breath was ragged. She opened her eyes, looking up at him. She winced as she felt the pressure on her stomach. With Herculean effort, she reached up a few inches to touch his wrist with her ice-cold fingers.
"Silver." She didn't think she was going to make it through this one. She shuddered violently, gripping his wrist. As her fingers tightened, one of her fingernails fell off.