𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

022 - Forgive and forget

                                 CHAPTER 22
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"Guys! Something is wrong with Billy!" Jeff said barging in now breathless.

Minho and I looked at the boy. When we heard what Jeff said our eyes locked. I nodded and we took the ether we just made with us.

The three of us were running through the Glade. I still tried to process what happened in the Map room but it wasn't time.

Billy wasn't okay. What if it was the time he would bleed to death? The time when the heart couldn't take the pressure.

We barged into the Med-hut. Clint was there trying his best to calm Billy down.

"Billy, what are you feeling?" Minho said and sat next to him.

"I—". He paused and took a breath. "I can—cannot feel—my—left side of my body". He managed to say and I noticed he had trouble speaking. That couldn't have been caused by just high blood pressure.

"It's okay. Slowly. Take your time". Minho said putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I—I can't see clearly, and my head". He paused and squinted his eyes shut. "I feel dizzy".

Jeff looked at me. "What does he have?"

Everyone turned to look at me. My eyes widened. I knew what he had.

"Clint go and inform Alby. Don't let anyone here". I turned to Clint. Now I looked at Jeff. "Stay outside and lock the door. Don't draw attention to anyone". Jeff nodded and the boys started doing what I told them.

"I'm—I'm not feeling well". Billy said and his eyes started to close.

"Minho use ether now". I looked at the boy who was standing there speechless.

"What?" The boy's eyes widened and raised his eyebrows.

"He is having a stroke! Use the anaesthetic I'm operating now!" I shouted.

"He is not stable so you can cut him open!" Minho shouted in panic.

"We have no choice! Give him the anaesthetic now!"

The only thing Minho could do was nod. Yes, we just discovered it, but we had no choice. Billy was having a stroke which was caused by high blood pressure. I rushed and grabbed the stuff from the small table.

"Billy we will use this and after this you will be better okay? I promise". Minho said and put the anaesthetic in front of his face so he could breathe it. Indeed. The boy fell asleep right after.

"Stella he's out". Minho said and ripped off the boy's shirt.

"Okay". I exhaled and took a small knife in my hand. I felt my hand shaking. How could I open him up if my hand was shaking? Just then I flinched at a touch.

"Hey, it will be okay alright? You can do this and you will". It was Minho who put a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and turned back to the boy. The anaesthetic wouldn't last long. If we would be able to wake him up. Or if he would survive the procedure. I tried my best not to let those thoughts take over me.

My grip on the knife tightened. It was now or never. Then, I started cutting on top of the aorta. On top of the cut.

When I was done cutting I placed the knife down. Now it was time for patching. Indeed there was a cut in the artery. I took the thinnest needle I could find at that moment.