The Beast (Black Dagger Brotherhood #14) - J. R. Ward Page 0,175

to be all right?”

In that moment, she was transported back to sitting with Bitty in Rhage’s GTO—and she thought, Yes, that is what everyone wants to know, isn’t it. Am I okay? Am I loved? Am I safe?

Will I get through this?

Whatever the “this” was, be it death or loss, confusion or terror, depression or anger.

“You’re all right already, Tohr. And I really think you need to call your shellan. You don’t need to protect her from your pain. She knows exactly the burdens you carry—and she picked you with all of them. There is nothing here that will shock her or make her think you’re weak. I will guarantee, however, that if you try to keep this from her, it’s going to make her feel like you don’t trust her or you don’t think she is strong enough to handle things.”

“What if the young don’t make it? What if—”

At that moment, a scream … a horrible, masculine scream … racked what seemed like the entire training center, the sound so loud it rattled the glass door, a sonic boom of mourning.

As Tohr scrambled out of the chair, Mary bolted for the exit, ripping it open.

It was not a surprise to see the entire Brotherhood gathered once again in the vast corridor. It was also not a shock that every single one of the males, and their mates, was staring at the closed door of the main OR. It was further apt that all of the Chosen and the directrix, Amalya, stood among them looking equally panicked.

No one said anything. It wasn’t as if that scream of Qhuinn’s didn’t explain enough.

Mary went to Rhage, slipping her arm around his waist, and as he looked at her, he pulled her in close.

When there was nothing further for a moment, people began to mill. Soft talk broke the silence. Tohr took out his phone with hands that shook as he sat down on the concrete floor like his legs had fallen out from underneath him.

“Oh, God,” Rhage said. “This is…”

Unbearable, Mary thought.

To lose a child, no matter how premature, no matter the circumstances, was an agony like no other.

For the first time in his adult life, Vishous froze in the midst of a medical emergency. It was only a split second, and he came back online an instant later … but there was something about the little lifeless body in his palms that stopped, literally, everything about him.

He would never forget the sight of it.

Wouldn’t forget, either, the scream that Qhuinn let out.

Shaking himself into focus, however, he snapped back into action to do the one thing that might possibly help. With steady hands, he got a small tube down the infant’s throat, slid a mask over the face and hooked the breathing apparatus up to a piece of medical equipment that was not human, but strictly for vampires. When he initiated the flow, a fortified, oxygenated saline solution went into the young’s lungs, flushing out the sacs, blowing them open … and then sucking out the liquid, which was sent into a filtering system that would clean it, reoxygenate it, and send it back in.

Using his thumb, he pressed into the achingly tiny chest, massaging the heart with a rhythm.

Bad color. Really wrong color. Goddamn gray of a headstone.

And the young was lax, nothing moving, the arms and legs that were scrawny and wrinkled as a hatchling’s flopping loose from shoulders and hips.

The eyes were open, the all-white orbs showing no pupils or irises because the little girl was so fucking premature.

“Come on, wake up … come on…”

Nothing. There was nothing.

Without thinking, he shouted over his shoulder, “Payne! Get me fucking Payne—RIGHT NOW!”

He didn’t know who responded to the command. He didn’t fucking care. All that mattered was that a millisecond later, his sister was right next to him.

“Wake her up, Payne,” he barked. “Wake this kid up—I am not having this on my conscience for the rest of my goddamn life. You wake up this fucking kid right fucking now!”

Okay, yeah, his delivery sucked. But he didn’t care—and neither did his sister, evidently.

And she knew just what to do.

Extending her open hand directly over the infant, she closed her eyes. “Someone hold me up. I need—”

Qhuinn and Blay were on it, each of the males taking one of her elbows. And, shit, V wanted to say something to the pair, offer some kind of … anything … but there was nothing that could be helped with mere words here.

“Payne, you