President on Edge by W.J. May

Author:W.J. May
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
Published: 2023-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...

“Push another two ccs of epinephrine.”

“He’s already reached the limit.”

“Push another two ccs, and start a central line.”

“All right, hands up. He’s got a collapsed airway.”

There was a moment of terrifying silence, punctuated by the almost imperceptible sound of tearing flesh, of gushing blood. Another moment, and there was a collective breath of relief.

“Bag him—let’s get him to the OR.”

Devon was crouched in the hallway outside the ICU, forehead pressed into his knees, legs curled into his chest, fingers clenched around fists of matted, rain-soaked hair.

Most days, he’d be the first to say the fox etched into his arm was a blessing. A supernatural windfall, opening his world in ways he could never have dreamed. But there were other days, when it was objectively a curse. Days when he wanted to scrub the shimmering ink right off his skin.

Since the moment they’d entered the hospital—looking like they’d just fought their way from a graveyard—he’d been able to hear every single word they were saying in the crowded room at the end of the hall. All those things doctors muttered to each other, that would never be said within earshot of the patient. All those casual little asides, that naturally bled in from regular life.

“—probably not going to make it—”

“—True Crime marathon this weekend—”

“—the morgue’s over-crowded—”

“—should have sent the intern for more blood.”

He’d ground his teeth together until his jaw ached, frightened the janitorial staff, counted the specks of dried blood on the tiles. He’d memorized the different voices, stringing together names.

It happened so fast.

He never had time to call Rae. Or for once, it hadn’t been his first thought. He knew she wouldn’t have made it in time, she wasn’t in town and nothing had prepared him for this.

It had happened so fast.

It had been different when he’d first gotten there, before the adrenaline had faded, before his newfound purgatory had settled in. Having sprinted halfway across town—in full view of the London morning traffic—the fox had become nothing more than his own momentum.

It had been nearly impossible to stop.

He had muscled his way through the double-doors, held his own against security. He had crossed the forbidden partition, and had been on the verge of tearing an actual hole in the wall, when he’d heard the unmistakable charge of paddles, and his stomach dropped to the floor.

He had trouble remembering things after that.

The skin on his face went slack and cold. There was a gust of air on his neck, like he’d stepped in front of a window. A shooting pain flew up from his knees, ending somewhere in his teeth, as he dropped without warning to the height of a child. Then everything had gone still.

For the space of a breath, there was nothing.

Then—

Beep...beep...beep...

He’d come back to himself with a gasp, stunned to realize he was on the floor. The medical staff had taken such pity, they’d decided to leave him there. Even the battered security detail had left him in peace. At some point, a kindly nurse had draped a blanket over his arms.

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