Page 85 of Promises in the Dark

“Come on, you bastard,” I muttered through gritted teeth, my hands slipping from the sheer amount of blood.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Red cursed, her eyes scanning Viper’s torn flesh.

She grabbed a nearby suture kit, her hands shaking as she attempted to reinforce the stitches. But it was like trying to stop a flood with a damn paper towel.

“It’s not working, Doc,” I practically shouted, watching in real-time as the situation spiraled down the toilet.

“We need Tranexamic Acid,” she breathed out, wiping the sweat from her brow.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Where is it?” I shouted, scanning the room like a maniac.

Her eyes darted around the room until they landed on a locker, and I was off like a bullet. I ripped the thing open, praying to whoever was listening that the shit we needed was in there.

Thank fuck, there it was. I grabbed the vial of TXA, and I rushed back to Red, who was already prepping a syringe.

I thrusted the damn thing into her palm and she took it from me, her hands steady as she drew up the dose.

“Here goes nothing,” she murmured as she positioned the needle against his skin.

I grabbed Viper’s shoulders, pinning him down as Red plunged the needle into his vein. He jerked, his body tense as hell.

“Come on, you motherfucker, work!” she hissed, her brow furrowed in concentration and we watched the medication flowed into his veins.

Holy fucking shit.

Things just went from bad to worse in the blink of an eye. Instead of the bleeding slowing the fuck down, it seemed like it was picking up speed, like a river breaking its banks.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go down.

Red’s face went from determined to terrified, her hand trembling as she pulled the needle out of Viper’s arm.

“What the fuck?!” she screamed, her voice cracking as she looked at me like I was supposed to pull some miracle out of my ass. “I don’t understand. It should’ve worked.”

“How the hell would I know?” I snapped, my hands balling into fists. “You’re the medic here!”

We were clueless as fuck, staring at Viper like a couple of dumbasses at a math test.

But before we could figure out our next move, the door to the med bay swung open with a loud bang, and in walked Dr. Jackass, tall and imposing, with a look on his face that could curdle milk.

His eyes scanned the chaotic scene, taking in the blood-soaked bandages, the vial of Tranexamic Acid lying discarded on the floor, and Red looking like she was about to break.

“What the hell is going on here?” Dr. Shit-for-brains demanded, his voice like ice.

I could feel my blood pressure skyrocketing, my fists clenching so hard my nails dug into my palms.

“Viper’s bleeding out, you fucking idiot!” I snapped at him, not giving a shit about his authority.

“Dr. Davis, what the hell did you do?” he fired at Red, his eyes bouncing between us like he was already looking to pin the blame.

Her mouth dropped, her hands trembling as she tried to stem the flow of blood.

“I—I don’t know," she stammered, gesturing helplessly at the bleeding mess on the bed. “I injected the Tranexamic Acid, but it’s not working!”

Dr. Shithead’s eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, I thought he might actually do something useful.

“Step back, both of you!” he ordered, his eyes flashing with anger as he pushed past us like he was king of the goddamn castle.

Red hesitated for a second, but then she nodded, taking a shaky step away from Viper’s bed. But my blood was boiling hotter than a volcano, ready to explode right in that smug asshole’s face.

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