Page 73 of Seducing Jenny
“Upper cabinet…” Surge rasped. “By the door…glass case.”
Discord was already sprinting to it. She yanked open the cabinet and grabbed the injector.
But when she reached Jade, her voice trembled. “No,” she whimpered, trying to pull away from the jet injector.
“You will die without it,” Discord said urgently. “Just hold still—”
“No!” she screamed.
“Wait, stop!” Longshot ordered and Discord immediately froze. “Rhonda has only bit one other person. The soldier who attacked my squad, remember, Mal?”
“Yeah, he was crazed, but…” Mal’s eyes flicked wide, then narrowed in understanding. “Don’t give her the antivenom.”
Jade’s ankle swelled to the size of my head, squeezing between the chains. She turned to me with tears in her eyes and suddenly begged, “Please, Tiger, make them give it to me! I’m dying, they’re going to let me die!”
“Discord,now!” I demanded, unable to bear the thought of losing Jenny.
But Discord didn’t move. “No. Not until Longshot tells me to.”
I lunged toward her. My hand went to grab the injector, ready to do it myself, but she jumped back, shaking her head, eyes blazing.
Jade growled, “You’re all going to die, and I’m going to watch Justice fuck your corpses!”
Her head flung back, her entire body spasming, until she stopped moving entirely. An eerie chill went through me, and I felt a moment of terror at the unnerving sensation.
Then, the lab door banged open as it was thrown wide, like a strong wind had caused it. Jade’s head dropped forward and she began to heave violently. Vomit spilled onto the blood-slick floor.
Between retches, she cried pitifully, “Is Surge alright?”
“Discord, now!” Longshot shouted.
Discord jammed the injector into her swollen leg. Jade shrieked, her body seizing from the pain.
“What the fuck is happening?” I screamed, helpless and reeling.
“Discord, lance the leg at the lowest end of the swelling!” Longshot ordered as he continued to work on Surge, ignoring me.
Discord snatched a scalpel and sliced a clean line. A flood of viscous, foul-smelling liquid drained from the wound. The colors were all wrong—green, black, dark orange—and the texture was worse. It splattered onto the floor with a noise like wet, rotted meat.
Jade’s hoarse voice broke again. “Is Surge going to be alright?”
Longshot nodded as he checked Surge’s vitals. “The bleeding has stopped, but Discord, he needs blood.”
Without hesitation, she rolled up her sleeve and he worked on a transfusion set up. Mal came to us, careful to avoid all of the various puddles of waste on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” I said to Mal, for attacking him and believing the worst.
“I understand,” he said, waving off my apology. “I’d attack you, too, if I believed you hurt our girl.”
I turned to her. “Jade—”
“Jenny,” she whispered in a weak voice, trying to lean around Mal to see Surge.
“Jenny, how are you feeling?” Mal asked.
“It wasn’t Petal, Mal,” she said, her voice trembling. “It was Grass. She’s the ghost who had possessed Petal.”
Mal went still. “Fuck, I knew something was wrong.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I thought ghosts could only possess people on Halla.”
