Chapter 201 The Cry Carries

The cry changes the cold room.Not loudly.That is the problem.It is small enough to be real. No machine could make it cleanly. No fake speaker would leave that wet break in the middle.My son cries again from the fish box, and every part of me gives one order.Go.My knees answer before I do.Sarah's arm hits my ribs and stops me."No."I almost hate her.Then heat rolls off the fish box in a thin wrong breath, and the nurse jerks her hand back from the cloth."Too close," she says. "You are too close."I stop half a step from him.Half a step is not mercy. It is a blade laid flat between us.Behind us, the rear storage door opens another inch.Light cuts across the drawers.A private voice says, "Hold. Sound confirmed."No panic. No threat.Work.The doctor kills his penlight with his thumb. Sarah swings the laundry hatch open wider, and warm air rises from below with soap, old steam, and lint. The smell hits my stomach again.I swallow until the room stays where it is."Box first,

Chapter 202 Laundry Heat

Sarah disappears feet first into the hatch.For one second, the only thing between my child and the floor below is a cracked leather belt, a slipping oxygen tube, and Sarah's body wedged in a laundry chute meant for sheets."Rear up," she hisses from below. "Lift the rear."The doctor shoves his shoulder under the stuck edge of the fish box.I reach before I remember."No," he says.He does not shout it. That makes it worse.I pull my hand back.The private men enter cold storage.Their lights do not sweep wildly. They cut in lines. Drawer fronts. Floor. Hatch. One beam catches the ash on my sleeve. Another catches Leo's casing."Down," Leo says.I drop behind the drawer bank so fast my vision folds gray at the edges. My hip hits the floor. Leo bangs against my ribs.He makes a sound I have never heard from him. Static with a swallowed word inside it."Sorry," I breathe."Accepted. Bad angle."The doctor does something brave and stupid.He steps into the open with both hands raised an

Chapter 203 Wrong Hall

Mira pushes the cart like she hates it.Maybe that's why it moves.One bad wheel drags every third turn. Wet sheets slap against the metal sides. The fish box is buried under linen, oxygen hose threaded through a tear in the cloth, small and ridiculous and not enough.I walk beside it because Sarah will not let me closer.Walk is generous.I lean, drag, correct, lean again.The laundry room blurs at the edges. Steam leaks from pipes overhead. My socks are wet. One shoe is gone. I do not remember losing it.Sarah notices."Foot.""Later.""Glass?""Maybe.""That is not a diagnosis.""Then stop asking like a doctor."She does not answer. She shifts half a step so if I fall, I hit her before I hit the floor.Mira leads us through hanging plastic strips into a service hall painted a color that might once have been green. Now it is detergent, mold, and handprints.Behind us, bo

Chapter 204 Standing Costs

The new hallway has no lights.It smells of rust, hot wiring, and water trapped too long.Mira knows it by touch. Sarah knows it by exits. The nurse knows it by the way she keeps saying, "This is not sterile," under her breath like a prayer nobody wanted.I know it by what my body refuses.Step.Drag.Step.Stop before the dark folds over.The breach team hits the door behind us.Once.Twice.The cracked frame holds because swollen wood has finally decided to be useful.Mira shoves the cart toward a maintenance alcove."In. In, unless you want them seeing the wheel track."Sarah pulls the cart in. The nurse follows. I make it three steps past the threshold before my legs end the discussion.I hit the wall hard enough to taste metal.Leo's strap slips.Sarah catches it before the core falls.That part undoes me.My body I can force aside.Blood I

All Chapters of The Surrogate’s Blade: Chapter 201 - Chapter 204

Chapter 201 The Cry Carries

Chapter 202 Laundry Heat

Chapter 203 Wrong Hall

Chapter 204 Standing Costs