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“He’s pinned to the chair. I’m scared that if I move him, I’ll do more damage.”
I toss the bottle aside and reach for Oz. I place my fingertip on his forehead and suck in a breath as I catalog his injuries. How he isn’t dead already is beyond me.
“He’s dying, Zig.” I lay it out for him. “We need to do this now. I’m good at what I do, but I can’t bring back the dead.”
He swallows and nods. “What do you need me to do?”
“There is a piece of metal in his stomach. Is that what’s pinning him in place?”
Zig nods.
“I need you to pull it out. Are you up to that? It’s going to hurt him, but I need it out to heal him.”
“If he’s hurting, he’s alive. Let’s do it.”
Zig moves behind Oz and bends behind his chair, his hand moving into place. I drop to my knees and slide my hand around Oz until I can feel where the metal is sticking out of him.
I swallow down the urge to gag and look up at Zig. “Ready?”
“Go,” he yells as he yanks the piece of metal out.
I slip my hand over the wound and close my eyes, ignoring Oz’s bellow of pain, which yanks him from unconsciousness. He starts to struggle, my blood-slick fingers sliding all over the place.
“Hold him still,” I order Zig, who pins his brother in place.
I tune everything else out and focus on the heat traveling down my hands. I sense it pulling and knitting the flesh together, repairing the laceration to his liver, the damage to his bowel, and the nick in his lung.
As he gets stronger, I feel myself weakening. I keep going, forcing more and more energy into him until I know he’s out of the woods. I give all that I can, and when I feel my life force start to flutter, I rip myself away. I struggle to focus as lights flicker behind my eyes, but I have to make sure he’s okay. I crack open my eyes and see them both staring down at me, Zig in concern and Oz in confusion.
“Welcome back,” I whisper before my eyes roll back in my head and it’s lights out.
* * *
Talking pullsme from the darkness. The voices are low and rumbling, and I fight to swim toward them. It takes monumental effort, but I manage to open my eyes.
“There she is.” Oz smiles at me.
He’s sitting in front of me, his fingers wrapped around my wrist. “Your pulse is a little slow, so just stay where you are for a minute, alright?”
I nod, my head rubbing against the back of the chair I’m in. Wait, that’s not a chair.
I tip my head back and find Zig looking down at me with an expression on his face I’m not familiar with. “This is becoming our thing.”
“If you keep scaring the shit out of me, I’m going to spank the hell out of you.”
My face flushes with heat as I squirm. Not the best idea because I’m sitting on Zig’s lap.
“Why am I on your lap?”
“Because I want you on my lap. That way, I can keep an eye on you.”
I turn and look at Oz with what I’m guessing is a helpless expression on my face, and he just laughs.
“How are you feeling?” I ask him.
“You mean, considering I should be dead right now? Strangely invigorated. Thank you, by the way. I don’t know what you did or how you did it, but thank you.” He bends down and presses a kiss on my forehead.
“Now Zig says you need food. Eat these.” He hands me another couple of foil packages, which I rip open and gorge on, feeling shaky. He reaches behind him and pulls out a bottle of Coke, and hands it to me once I finish. I gulp it down greedily. My body needed the sugar.
