happen next. Especially when Vishous brought over the cardiac crash cart.
"You ready, Wrath?" the Brother asked.
"Where you want me?"
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inside was about six inches in length and seemed thick as a pen. "How we doing with that heart rate, Beth?"
"Slowing down. God, it's so faint."
"Marissa? I'm going to ask you to get quiet so she can hear better, okay?"
Marissa shut her mouth and resumed praying in her head.
In the minutes that passed, they became a frozen tableau around Butch. The only thing that moved in the room was his blood as it dripped out of those deep wounds in his wrists and flowed down the drain. The soft glug, glug, glug in the floor made Marissa want to scream.
"It's still beating," Beth whispered.
"Here's what's going to happen," Vishous said, looking back and forth across Butch's body. "When Beth gives me the signal, I'm going to pop the table upright. While I work on Wrath, I want you two to seal up Butch's wrists. Seconds count. You need to close those wounds quick, we clear?"
They both nodded.
"Slower," Beth said. Her dark blue eyes narrowed on the clock and she lifted a hand to press one of the stethoscope's earpieces in tighter. "Slower..."
Seconds suddenly stretched out into infinity, and Marissa flipped into some kind of autopilot, her fear and panic buried under a powerful focus that came out of nowhere.
Beth frowned. Bent down closer, as if that would help. "Now!"
V set the table to level and Marissa ran around to one of Butch's wrists as Beth dropped to the other one.
While they sucked the wounds closed, V shoved that thick needle right into the crook of Wrath's arm.
"Everyone back away," V barked when he withdrew it from the king's vein.
He shifted his grip on the syringe so he was holding it in his fist and leaned over Butch. With hurried movements, he felt around the sternum with his fingertips. Then he slammed that needle right into Butch's heart.
Marissa stumbled back as the plunger was depressed. Someone caught her. Wrath.
V extracted the syringe and tossed it on the table. Then he picked up the paddles of the crash cart and there was a juicing-up noise from the machine.
"Clear!" V shouted. And slapped the metal pads on Butch's chest.
Butch's torso jerked and V put his fingers to the male's jugular.
"Clear!" He hit Butch again.
Marissa sagged in Wrath's arms as Vishous threw the paddles onto the crash cart, pinched Butch's nostrils, and blew into his mouth twice. Then the Brother started chest compressions. As he performed CPR, he growled, his fangs bared as if he were pissed off at Butch.
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Whose skin was now turning gray.
"... three... four... five..."
As V continued to count, Marissa struggled free. "Butch? Butch... don't leave... stay with us. Stay with me."
"... nine... ten." V pulled back, blew two breaths into Butch's mouth, then put his finger to the male's throat.
"Please, Butch," she begged.
V went for the stethoscope. Moved the disk around, searching. "Nothing. Fuck."
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Two minutes later, Marissa grabbed V's shoulder when the Brother stopped CPR. "You can't quit!"
"I'm not. Give me your arm." When she did, Vishous cut through the skin of her wrist. "Over his mouth.
Now."
Marissa rushed to Butch's head, pushed his lips and teeth apart and put the slice right to him as Vishous resumed chest compressions. She held her breath, praying that Butch would start to drink, hoping that some of her was getting into him and helping.
But, no... he was dead... Butch was dead... Butch was dead-
Someone was moaning. Her. Yes, she was making that noise.
Vishous paused and felt Butch's neck. Then fumbled for the stethoscope. He was putting the disk down when Marissa thought she saw Butch's chest move. Or maybe not.
"Butch?" she said.
"I got something." Vishous repositioned the disk. "Yeah... I got something-"
Butch's ribs expanded as he sucked a breath in through his nose. Then his mouth moved against her wrist.
She repositioned her arm so the wound fit better over his lips. "Butch?"
His chest inflated more deeply, his mouth backing off her vein as he drew air down into his lungs. There was a pause and then another breath. Deeper still...
"Butch? Can you-"
Butch's eyes popped open. And she went cold to the core.
The male she loved was not in that stare. There was nothing in it. Just blank hunger.