Revive (Book Two)

Chapter Eleven: Extract

Chapter Eleven: Extract

I spat on the ground beneath me, my face only inches away, then scrubbed my DNA away with a rag. I couldn't believe how nauseous I was. My eyes were focusing in and out while my arms moved in large circles, wiping up the blood to the best of my abilities.

This was vial; too familiar.

Tony's footsteps irritated my head, my migraine increasing. Without looking up, I acknowledged his presence. "Did you do it?" I asked, exhaustedly cleaning.

"Yes," He quietly said. "He was still breathing when he arrived, and he's been officially emitted in emergency," Tony reassured.

I nodded, and stopped my task to sit and focus on my breathing. Ignore the pulsating pain. It's the least important inconvenience.

"Eli," Tony started but I rose my hand.

"Just help me clean," I muttered and swallowed my bile.

Tony knelt beside me and put his hand on my shoulder, which had me glare viciously toward him. He moved his hand, and I softened my face because I was in no position to be threatening him right now.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"It's not that," His eyebrows knitted together. "The medical supplies I brought you don't seem to be doing you any good," He frowned. "I think it was wrong to not bring ya' to the hospital with that other guy."

I eyed him, suspiciously. I hadn't heard him so sincere before. That guy was way more important than my safety. "I'm fine," I muttered, then moved back to my hands and knees, and stared at the blood. I stayed still for a few moments, collecting myself, then tightly closed my eyes.

I've been stabbed before. It has never felt this shitty.

I frowned, keeping my eyes shut.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nash followed me as I continued walking away from the scene. He ripped the cigarette out of my mouth and shoved me.

I glared at him, both of us at a complete stand still, statued, waiting for the next move like rabid dogs.

Swiftly, I knocked the smoke he stole from me out of his one hand, then punched him hard in the face, letting him fall to the ground. I turned around at the same second, and started walking off.

"You think you could just leave? I will fucking find you! I will fucking kill you!" He roared from behind me.

I continued, but it didn't work to my vantage. Nash grabbed me by the shoulder and stabbed me right on my left side, just above my hip.

"Ah-fu-" I mumbled out slurs while clutching my side. My breathing increased while I attempted to remain calm.

Nash still had the blade inside me, and got close to my face. "Now you can see how serious I am," he muttered, then swiftly removed the blade and shoved me to the ground.

With a hard smack, I silently cried out in paid, wincing as blood leaked out of the hole.

"Eli," Tony waved his hands in front of me. "You're not looking good."

His annoying, concerning voice brought me back to the present, and I glanced at him. "I just need a pick me up," I mumbled out restraint. "Got any coke on you?"

Tony hesitantly nodded and reached in his pocket, then handed me the bag.

I took it, hands drenched in red, which smeared on the plastic. I poured the contents on my arm where there was nothing but skin, and snorted a line.