The Death Cure Book Page 250 Novels & Stories

His voice came out in a broken whisper, his face draining of all color. "No. This isn't possible… I injected the antidote. I cured you. I cured you..." He lunged forward and started CPR. "Christina, wake up. Don't scare me like this. I won't make you apologize anymore. Just wake up. I'm a genius healer. I'm ordering you to wake up!" Sebastian begged and shouted, but the body on the bed remained lifeless. I watched from the moonlight as the once untouchable chief healer crumbled before me, utterly undone. I felt no satisfaction from revenge, only a quiet, hollow relief.

I led him to his room and I locked the door once we were inside before I sat him down while he hissed in pain from the dull ache that still remained in his head. “How do you feel now?” I asked him as I handed him a glass of water to drink and he thanked me before taking the water and drinking it all. “Honestly, I don't know. What did she do to me?” he replied and I sat beside him. “It’s a curse that is like a terminal disease. It begins to spread through your brain and the longest you can survive the pain is seven days before you end up killing yourself because that is what the victims always do to themselves in the end” I answered and he didn’t say a word so I didn’t either.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

⸻ Seraphina’s breathing became uneven. “You found it…” ⸻ “No.” The old man replied. “It found me.” ⸻ He slowly opened the first page. Inside… Only one sentence had been written. ⸻ ‘The curse can be broken…’ ⸻ Seraphina stepped closer. Her heartbeat thundered. ⸻ Don Vittorio turned the page. ⸻ ‘But the price is greater than death.’ ⸻ Another page. ⸻ ‘One heart must willingly stop beating…’

"It's called the Black Death among wolves. Because the victim's blood turns black. And then—" "And then what?" Kai didn't answer. But he didn't have to. I looked at the pillow. At the black stain spreading across the white fabric. I'm dying. Nikolai made me his, and now I'm dying. I didn't cry. Couldn't. The tears were there, somewhere behind my eyes, but they wouldn't fall. Everything felt numb. Distant. Like I was watching myself from far away. "Kai," I said. "Is there a cure?"

Thinking of what to do to occupy my time, my mind drifts back to the file about the blight that I never got to finish reading. Cassiel’s words flash in my mind. “Not a permanent cure.” Soon enough, I'm back in my room, flipping the file open. I continue to flip until I reach the section where they had mentioned the cure. I realize that in my haste last time, I hadn’t read it through completely.

Elena pulled out a little buttle from her bra, one looking exactly the same as the one before, "be a good boy, take your mark off him and you can have the cure." Knight laughed, his eyes fixed on the cure, but he didn't move this time. "Really? Still have some fight in you?" Elena laughed, "You can't last too long, your body is dying. But, you just might be the first to ever die of the drug instead of suicide under this drug." Knight closed his eyes: "Then let me die, and let your plan die with me." "Stop pretending to be the hero! You just chose yourself over your mate!" Elena shouted in a shrill voice before she grabbed Knight's hair and poured the buttle into his mouth, "But you are not g

"I'm sorry. I was too weak. I couldn't admit that Mom died because of the revenge they took on me." Hearing that, I finally felt a sense of relief. It turned out that Zack wasn't perfect at all. And maybe, I didn't need him at all. As I came to this realization, my soul turned transparent and began to fade away. Zack panicked instantly. He desperately tried to hold onto me, but it was no use. Before my last trace of consciousness faded away, I said, "Let's not meet again in our next life, Zack."

I said softly, “to honor someone, you have to let their mistakes burn.” He turned his head toward me, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “And what about you? What do you want to do with all this?” I looked down at the tablet in my lap. “Find out what’s still hidden.” There was one last entry, dated only a week before his father’s death. I opened it carefully. Final Note: The cure exists. I designed it to reverse the genetic code to wipe out the mutations permanently. But it requires something pure. A donor without corruption. Her blood.

Solomon pleaded. "Give me a second," Karavaev said, and I could hear him move around. "That book was here." I heard him flip some pages through the phone. Solomon and I waited patiently in the line. The flipping stopped after some time. "Ahh ahh!" I heard Karavaev say. "Here it is." "What is it?" Solomon asked. "The cure is the blood of the hybrid," Karavaev replied. "Thank you so much, Karavaev," he appreciated and hung up.