lying on top of the blankets. She looked… she looked fucking dead .
Someone shoved Scarlett back onto the floor and pounded her chest. They were starting another round of compressions.
“I think she’s coming back to us!” the overenthusiastic nurse kneeling above her shouted. Well, good for him. She didn’t have time to put up with his dipshit heroics.
She brought up her arms in a self-defense move that was supposed to be used against chokeholds, intending to knock his arms aside. Instead, she slammed into his arms with a sickening crunch. The guy screamed, pulling back his arms, which now flopped at crazy angles. A bone jutted out of one, revealing a yellow membrane through the torn skin; the wound began spurting blood.
Great. Nobody told me I was going to have super strength. A little bit of a warning would have been nice.
Pax shouted. “ Stop fucking around and help my mom!”
Scarlett had never heard him that pissed before. He always claimed not to be that close to Julie, but he had totally gone into defensive mode over her. He was freaking out, pushing everyone away from the bed now, even the people who were trying to help his mom.
“Pax!” she yelled at him. “Get it under control!”
He didn’t seem to hear her. He bent over Julie’s bed with his arms outstretched.
The air around him seemed to shimmer. The beeping of the monitors got quieter and then stopped completely. Thank God. The lights went dim; even the sunshine coming in through the window seemed to turn down a notch.
Around Pax the shimmering intensified, turning into a sphere of bright blue light. The sphere shoved the doctors away from the bed and made the ends of the sheet flutter. It looked like some kind of shield. One of the nurses, squinting one eye shut and holding her hand out at arm’s length, touched it with one finger. The shield sparked, sending her stumbling backward.
The shield filled the doorway. Anxious faces looked through it into the room. A guy with a clipboard tried to poke it with the clipboard and was thrown out of view.
Every time someone touched Pax’s shield, sparks lit up and they were knocked away—but the shield got a little dimmer for a second. If the staff attacked all at once, they might be able to take it down.
Scarlett got up, trying to move carefully. It was hard. It was like her body was a puppet, and the strings weren’t quite tight yet. “Pax,” she called toward the shield. “You gotta let them help her.”
But Pax ignored her. He was still bending over his mom on the bed, his hands hovering over her chest. He was locking his fingers together, one hand over the other, and positioning them over her chest. Getting ready to do compressions.
Not yet knowing about his super strength.
No, Pax!
She shoved the doctors and nurses aside and clawed at the force field. The shield dimmed almost to darkness as it shot out blinding sparks. But she wasn’t going to make it through in time.
Pax’s hands came down.
She closed her eyes. It didn’t help. She could still see what was happening on the bed.
It was horrible. Too horrible to think about.
The room went black and her skin went cold as Pax drained the energy from the room. The shield burned even brighter, casting a blue glow over the room.
No, Pax. No.
She wanted to break down in tears, but this body didn’t know how. Pax’s shield expanded, pushing her away from the bed, and she stumbled. When she put out her hands to steady herself, sparks shot out of her fingertips. A haze rose over her hands, like heat off a hot asphalt road.
Pax howled.
The doctors and nurses were circling closer. Screaming. Horrified. Murderer .
“Stay back!” Scarlett shouted. “Just stay away from them! He’s gonna… he’s gonna fix it, okay?”
For a second, they hesitated.
But one of them had to open his mouth. “He killed her.”
Scarlett clenched her hands. The sparks shooting out of her fingers increased. She clenched her hands tighter to try
Someone shoved Scarlett back onto the floor and pounded her chest. They were starting another round of compressions.
“I think she’s coming back to us!” the overenthusiastic nurse kneeling above her shouted. Well, good for him. She didn’t have time to put up with his dipshit heroics.
She brought up her arms in a self-defense move that was supposed to be used against chokeholds, intending to knock his arms aside. Instead, she slammed into his arms with a sickening crunch. The guy screamed, pulling back his arms, which now flopped at crazy angles. A bone jutted out of one, revealing a yellow membrane through the torn skin; the wound began spurting blood.
Great. Nobody told me I was going to have super strength. A little bit of a warning would have been nice.
Pax shouted. “ Stop fucking around and help my mom!”
Scarlett had never heard him that pissed before. He always claimed not to be that close to Julie, but he had totally gone into defensive mode over her. He was freaking out, pushing everyone away from the bed now, even the people who were trying to help his mom.
“Pax!” she yelled at him. “Get it under control!”
He didn’t seem to hear her. He bent over Julie’s bed with his arms outstretched.
The air around him seemed to shimmer. The beeping of the monitors got quieter and then stopped completely. Thank God. The lights went dim; even the sunshine coming in through the window seemed to turn down a notch.
Around Pax the shimmering intensified, turning into a sphere of bright blue light. The sphere shoved the doctors away from the bed and made the ends of the sheet flutter. It looked like some kind of shield. One of the nurses, squinting one eye shut and holding her hand out at arm’s length, touched it with one finger. The shield sparked, sending her stumbling backward.
The shield filled the doorway. Anxious faces looked through it into the room. A guy with a clipboard tried to poke it with the clipboard and was thrown out of view.
Every time someone touched Pax’s shield, sparks lit up and they were knocked away—but the shield got a little dimmer for a second. If the staff attacked all at once, they might be able to take it down.
Scarlett got up, trying to move carefully. It was hard. It was like her body was a puppet, and the strings weren’t quite tight yet. “Pax,” she called toward the shield. “You gotta let them help her.”
But Pax ignored her. He was still bending over his mom on the bed, his hands hovering over her chest. He was locking his fingers together, one hand over the other, and positioning them over her chest. Getting ready to do compressions.
Not yet knowing about his super strength.
No, Pax!
She shoved the doctors and nurses aside and clawed at the force field. The shield dimmed almost to darkness as it shot out blinding sparks. But she wasn’t going to make it through in time.
Pax’s hands came down.
She closed her eyes. It didn’t help. She could still see what was happening on the bed.
It was horrible. Too horrible to think about.
The room went black and her skin went cold as Pax drained the energy from the room. The shield burned even brighter, casting a blue glow over the room.
No, Pax. No.
She wanted to break down in tears, but this body didn’t know how. Pax’s shield expanded, pushing her away from the bed, and she stumbled. When she put out her hands to steady herself, sparks shot out of her fingertips. A haze rose over her hands, like heat off a hot asphalt road.
Pax howled.
The doctors and nurses were circling closer. Screaming. Horrified. Murderer .
“Stay back!” Scarlett shouted. “Just stay away from them! He’s gonna… he’s gonna fix it, okay?”
For a second, they hesitated.
But one of them had to open his mouth. “He killed her.”
Scarlett clenched her hands. The sparks shooting out of her fingers increased. She clenched her hands tighter to try
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