The room smelled like antiseptic and roses.
"They're here!" Alex shouted, shooting to his feet just as Conan and I burst through the door.
Levi was still on the bed—deathly still. His skin had taken on a translucent pallor that clung to the contours of his bones. The veins in his neck were dark and bruised from repeated injections. He looked like a corpse desperately trying to cling to life, and every second felt like it could be his last.
"Here's the antidote!" Conan gasped, practically throwing the box into the doctor's hands.
The doctor opened it quickly, eyes narrowing as he inspected the bottle. "Is this all?"
"The fuck do you mean? Do you need more?!" Conan snapped, breath short, panic slicing through his voice like glass. "Is it not enough for him?!"
"It's plenty for Levi." The doctor raised a hand. "I just wanted to test some of it out—"
"Shut the fuck up and do the doctorly thing!" Conan barked, voice cracking.
