Alfy had been cooped up indoors for days, buried in books and studies, and the monotony was driving her stir-crazy. Finally, she had gotten a chance to step outside, only for everything to spiral into chaos.
Jaxen looked at Alfy with a soft, fond expression, his voice gentle as he reassured her. “Be good, Alfy. You’re helping more than you realize.” Alfy sighed, her shoulders slumping in reluctant acceptance. “Fine,” she muttered. “Take me back.”
Jaxen couldn’t help but smile at her resigned tone. He reached out and lightly tapped her nose, his gesture playful yet affectionate. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice warm.
As they turned to leave, Alfy’s gaze lingered on the table full of empty dishes. A shiver ran down her spine as the reality of the situation sank in. Before they had even started eating, Katelyn had quietly warned them about the potential danger and discreetly detoxified the salad. At the time, Alfy had thought Katelyn was being overly cautious. Now, she realized just how serious the threat had been.
Alfy quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to dwell on what could have happened. Without another word, she followed Jaxen out of the restaurant, her steps quick and purposeful.
Meanwhile, in the parking garage, Katelyn and Samuel had just reached the car. Samuel suddenly began to tremble violently, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
“Samuel!” Katelyn shouted, her voice sharp with alarm. The poison was taking effect faster than she had anticipated.
Katelyn’s sharp eyes darted to Samuel, who was now being supported by one of his subordinates. Her voice was calm but urgent as she directed, “Get the package from the storage box on the right.” Without delay, the subordinate opened the compartment and retrieved a small box. He then handed it to Katelyn, who quickly flipped it open to reveal a neatly arranged set of surgical tools and disinfectants.
Katelyn’s movements were precise and deliberate. She pulled an emergency detox pill from her pocket and handed it to the subordinate. “Give this to him,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
As the subordinate took the pill, Katelyn’s focus shifted entirely to Samuel’s injury. She grabbed a bottle of iodine and carefully applied it to the wound on the back of his foot. The antiseptic stung, but the sharp pain momentarily snapped Samuel out of his convulsions, his body relaxing slightly.
The subordinate, following Katelyn’s orders, managed to gently pry Samuel’s mouth open and place the detox pill inside. The room was tense, every second critical as they worked to stabilize him.
Meanwhile, Katelyn, after thoroughly disinfecting the tools, picked up a scalpel with steady hands. Her focus was razor-sharp as she began the delicate task of removing the bullet lodged in Samuel’s foot. Her proficiency was evident as she navigated through the procedure with precision.
Despite the significant bleeding, Katelyn maintained a swift and steady pace. In just a few minutes, the bullet was successfully extracted.
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Katelyn immediately disinfected the wound once more, then treated and bandaged it meticulously. The entire process was completed in less than ten minutes.
While the bullet extraction went smoothly, the real challenge was the neurotoxin that was now a threat to Samuel’s system. Identifying the exact nature of the toxin was crucial, necessitating blood tests that could only be conducted at the hospital. Only with these results could the appropriate antidote be administered effectively.
Just as Katelyn finished bandaging Samuel’s wound, the car screeched to a halt outside the hospital. Thanks to their advance call, the medical team was prepared and waiting for their arrival.
Katelyn’s previous involvement with a complex case at this hospital had garnered her considerable respect, and the knowledge that she was an associate of Hades further expedited their response.
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