Free Web NovelChapter 142: Dire Situation I
Damon raised his eyebrow at my questions. "Yes, the doctor and I were both there. Apparently, their usual handyman caught a bad case of the flu so they replaced him with a woman called Lila," Damon said. "She wasn’t the fastest, but at least she got the job done. Why? What’s the matter?"
I heaved out a sigh of relief. Good."It’s nothing," I said reassuringly. "I was simply afraid that the machine might not be fixed properly."
If Doctor Thomas had been there along with Damon, then the chances of sabotage were drastically reduced. Damon would be able to smell a vampire from far away, and Doctor Thomas would never stand for sabotage, not when Blaise’s life was on the line.
"It better be fixed. We tested it once and it worked well enough," Damon scowled. I relaxed further. "Nicole, can we cut him up now?"
"With all due respect, there is no ’we’ in this situation, Alpha," Nicole said apologetically. "I’m going to have to ask you and Harper to at the very least, stand aside, or leave the room. Kaine will be helping me with the operation."
"We’re not leaving," Damon and I said immediately together. Nicole raised an eyebrow, amused by our accidental chemistry.
"Alright, then, stand aside," Nicole said, as she put on a set of surgical gloves, an apron, and a hat that secured all her long hair. There was a mask on her face.
Next to her, Kaine was similarly suited up, pushing a tray of surgical implements on a trolley. I guess with a mate like Nicole, it was impossible for Kaine not to learn how to be a nurse.
"I’ll put myself in your expert hands then, Nicole and Kaine. Do your worst," Blaise said, closing his eyes, looking particularly relaxed. Meanwhile, I tensed when I saw the huge syringe in Nicole’s hands.
"What’s that for?" I asked cautiously. freewёbnoνel.com
"For making him sleep," Nicole explained. "If not, he’s going to remain awake for when we operate on him. Werewolves have a high pain tolerance, but I don’t want him to suffer unnecessarily, especially when his pain will be shared between the both of you."
"Okay," I tried to calm myself down, knowing that Nicole was very good at her job, but I couldn’t stop my anxiousness from rearing its ugly head. Damon reached out, brushing his hand against mine before he squeezed my hand. I let out the breath that I held; somehow his touch was calming me down.
Damon was also worried. How could he not be, when his twin brother was the one lying on the bed? Yet his eyes were resolute, and he was the very image of calm and collected.
"You’d better not die, or I’ll kill you," Damon threatened Blaise, who merely gave him the middle finger while his eyes were still closed. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Nicole then went to his side and jabbed the mixture straight into his arm. We watched as Blaise slowly but surely dropped off to sleep, his head lolling to his side as his mouth fell open, soft snores escaping his throat.
"It’s time to begin," Nicole said, and she began to operate.
The smell of coppery blood began to fill the air, causing me to gag. Watching Blaise get cut open as though he was nothing more than a slab of meat under the butcher’s knife was causing my stomach to turn. I thought Nicole might have simply made one small incision, but no, her knife kept on going, and I could only stare helplessly as the wound grew bigger, revealing his guts.
Then the machine whirled to life. Nicole inserted part of it into Blaise’s open body, and on the screen, I could see tiny bits of silver embedded in certain parts when she zoomed in on certain areas.
I sucked in a breath, and Damon tensed next to me, his eyes focused on the screen.
Oh goodness.
There were so many, and the fragments were so tiny. It was no wonder that Nicole couldn’t see them with her naked eyes. Nicole then gestured to Klaine to hand her the forceps, and then she began slowly but surely picking out the bits.
I wasn’t a squeamish person by any means, but the longer this process went on, the thicker the scent of blood in the air. The sounds Nicole’s instruments made while they rummaged in Blaise’s gut made my own gut twist in empathy.
"If you can’t handle it, wait outside," Damon whispered bluntly, so as to not distract Nicole from her task. But there was no negative judgment behind his words. "I’ll be here."
"It’s fine, it’s fine," I said weakly, but my legs were getting shaky from tiredness and from the sight of blood coating Nicole’s gloves and apron. Damon didn’t even bother arguing, he simply pulled me by my arm and deposited me on another bed further away.
"You’ve been standing for two hours already," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "Rest now. I’ll check on Blaise."
I wanted to protest, but Damon quickly turned away, rushing back to his brother’s side. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down as time ticked on. Minutes turned into hours, and I felt my own eyes closing with tiredness.
Just as I was about to fall asleep for good, I felt a wellspring of fear surge inside me like a rising tide, startling me awake. Since Blaise was asleep, there was only one person who could be feeling such emotions.
Damon.
I ran towards Blaise’s bed. Ominous beeping sounds assaulted my ears, causing my heart to race. I caught sight of Damon― he was gripping the side of the bed frame so hard it caused the metal to bend under his hands. His knuckles were white, and there was a feral glint of panic in his eyes. That scared me more than anything I’ve ever faced.
If Damon was scared, things must be dire.
"What’s happening?" I demanded, my voice high with terror.
