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CHAPTER SIXTEEN-CRIMSON

“One and two and three and four…” counted Percy quickly as the sweat dripped off of him. The smell of alcohol swabs and burned hair wafted through the room and the whooshing sound of the ambu bag kept rhythm with Percy’s grunts as Neville squeezed it and breathed another worthless breath into the dead body.

While Mory looked at James and waited for the next command, she shook her head and tried to breathe her way through the sick feeling in her gut. The light around his face glowed an eerie mauve as Mory watched James while he called out the next order. “This is fucking pointless, but let’s try another amp of epi.”

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