Page 57 of Sin

“Scale d-down,” I forced out, and my suit disappeared.

London cursed loudly, shoving my blood-soaked shirt out of the way to inspect the gash. His horrified eyes met mine, which didn’t bode well for me.

And that’s how Mare and Lewis found us.

“Holy shit, Sin,” Lewis said, dropping next to me.

“You sh-sh-should see the other g-guy.”

“I think he’s in shock,” London said, sounding a lot farther away than right next to me.

Mare glanced around us with a tight jaw. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” London said in frustration. “Lucas got in his head, I think. In mine. I don’t remember anything after entering the house of mirrors to find Sin.”

Lewis’s hand hovered over my wound, and a thin stream of nanobots swirled around his fingers. He grimaced sympathetically. “I’m sorry, Sin. I have a medical kit in the van, but I don’t think we can wait for that. London, Mare, I need you to hold him down. This isn’t going to feel good.”

“Whawon?” I slurred, trying to track the nanobots. My vision blurred then, and I blinked, trying to clear it.

He didn’t respond. Or maybe he did and I just didn’t hear him. My ears were ringing loudly, making it hard to focus on anything.

The next thing I knew, a sharp sting had me sucking in a breath. Glancing down, I found Lewis’s nanobots stitching up my wound in tiny, neat lines. Lewis’s brows were pulled down in concentration as he worked, but I struggled to watch any longer, all energy having left my body.

My vision dimmed, and I didn’t know how long I was out. But when I came to again, we weren’t in the house of mirrors any longer but in the van. They’d shifted the seats to give me more room to lie down. London was sitting beside me, and my head was in his lap.

My internal organs felt as if they’d been scrambled, and a funny, almost prickly sensation skittered over my skin.

“Sin?”

Just looking at London was difficult. My eyelids didn’t want to stay open, and when I tried to respond, my mouth wouldn’t move.

London frowned. “Is he okay?”

“Huh?” Lewis asked, tongue poking out from between his teeth.

Shifting me slightly, London studied my face. He didn’t look happy with what he saw. “Call 911.”

“What? Why?” Lewis pointed to my stomach where my wound was now sealed. He’d applied gauze and a bandage over the stitches. When had he done that? “I think he should be—”

Before he could finish, Mare was already yanking her phone out of her pocket and dialing 911. While she spoke to an operator, London carefully positioned me on my side with my head slightly elevated on his lap.

“I think he’s having a stroke.”

“Shit,” Lewis said, studying me now.

I knew a stroke was bad, but I couldn’t quite remember why.

Mare lowered the phone from her ear. “The ambulance will be here in a couple of minutes. They’re going to stay on the line until they arrive.”

As she finished talking, the passenger door opened, and the screams of police cars and emergency vehicles seeped in and made my head throb.

“Damnit!” Blade muttered, climbing into the van. “We fucking lost him. Again!”

Jinx, looking just as pissy as Blade, followed her into the van. “I tried to get as many people out as I could from the Ferris wheel wreckage, but—” His words ended abruptly when they saw us huddled on the ground in the back of the van.

“Holy shit, little snake. You weren’t exaggerating, were you?”

“What’s going on?” Jinx asked.

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