With All My Soul
Page 66
Look at her hand! Em said, and I glanced at Sabines right armthe one without a cast. Her wrist and hand were swollen to the point that the skin should have split, and a bright red web of veins traced the surface of her inflamed flesh, inching up her arm toward her chest. Toward her heart.
But what stood out to me most was a ring of bright red pinpricks encircling her wrist like a bracelet. Or like a tattoo.
Oh, shit. I knew those marks. I had an identical circle of them around my right anklepermanent reminders of the day Id been pricked by a crimson creeper vine. Id nearly died.
Avari got her ankles, too. Tod carefully lifted Sabines leg, where a severed section of creeper vine dangled from the end of her jeans, its thorns still piercing the denim. A thick, viscous fluid dripped slowly from the cut end of the vine to soak into the carpet. That cast is the only thing that saved her other arm.
Shit! Nash carefully unwound the vine from her left ankle. How did this happen?
He must have caught her. Tod lifted the maras other leg so he could unwind the single loop of vine, and I stepped back to give them room. I found her alone, unconscious, tied to the ground by all four limbs with creeper vines.
Live vines? Sophies voice flowed thick with horror.
Yeah. Dead ones wouldnt have held. Fortunately, they were young. Thin, as you can see, and just now sprouting through cracks in the concrete. Tod dropped the severed end of vine on the end table next to the couch, and a single drop of yellow venom leaked onto the wood while the inch-long thorns scratched the already-chipped varnish.
Nashs vine followed a second later, then each brother rolled up a leg of her jeans and slid her sneakers and socks off so we could get a better look at the damage.
Not as bad as her arm but not great, Nash said through clenched teeth. His irises swirled with fear, and his voice shook with it. If we dont do something, thisll kill her.
Em lifted Sabines right arm and examined it, careful not to touch the puffy flesh. What can we do? Worry looked much the same on her as it had on Lydia. But Emmas eyes were all her own, and they were so full of sadness I couldnt help wondering whether she was syphoning it all from Nash or had actually started to care about Sabine, as I had.
That damn mara was an emotional ninja, sneaking up on your heart when you least expected it.
Harmony treated me for this once, I said. She had this stuff
She still has the stuff! Nash stood so fast my head spun. She has jars of it at homeshe started making it in larger batches after you got pricked that timeshe even carries some in her purse now, just in case.
Oh! Sophie stood and raced into the kitchen. A second later, she was back with Harmonys purse, shoving it at me. She left it here when you guys crossed over.
Thanks. I opened the bag and pawed through it, then began laying travel-size plastic bottles on the coffee table. There were three of them, and each was labeled in permanent marker with Harmonys neat, all-caps print.
Wateramnesia. Obviously, that was what shed put in Tracis tea.
Wateranalgesic. A painkiller, made from water native to the Netherworld.
XX.
I could only assume that was the one she would have given Traci to help safely end her pregnancy, if that had been Tracis decision.
Its not here. I pawed through the purse again, but there were no more plastic bottles.
Its glass. Nash took the bag from me and dumped its contents onto the coffee table, and Em stood to get out of the way. And there should be a syringe. It has to be injected, remember?
I did remember, but barely. Id hardly been conscious when Harmony had injected me.
Several of us pawed through the collection of keys, makeup, restaurant ketchup and mayonnaise packets, hand sanitizer, and an assortment of other personal necessities until Em suddenly squealed in triumph.
Heres the bottle! She held up a small glass bottle sealed with a rubber stopper.
Nash unzipped a pocket on the inside of his mothers purse and scooped out three tampons and a disposable syringe sealed in plastic, as well as a separate disposable needle in a tiny plastic tube. Thank goodness. He ripped open the plastic around the syringe, then opened the tube and dumped the needle onto his palm.
Do you know what youre doing? Tod watched over his brothers shoulder. How do you know how much to give her?
Mom taught me a few months ago, after...Kaylee brought me back from the Netherworld. When Avari had taken him to get to me. She figured that the chances of someone getting stuck by creeper thorns got better and better every time we crossed over, and she said someone should know how to treat the venom, in case she couldnt get there in time.
Nash screwed the needle onto the end of the syringe, then held the glass bottle upside down. We all watched, breath held, while he drew liquid into the syringe, then withdrew the needle from the bottle. He held the syringe up to the light to double-check the dose, then turned back to Sabine.
Here, can you hold her arm?
I sank to my knees next to Sabine and held her arm out straight while he stared at it for what felt like forever. Then, finally, Nash sucked in a deep breath and held it while he slid the needle into her skin and carefully depressed the plunger.
But what stood out to me most was a ring of bright red pinpricks encircling her wrist like a bracelet. Or like a tattoo.
Oh, shit. I knew those marks. I had an identical circle of them around my right anklepermanent reminders of the day Id been pricked by a crimson creeper vine. Id nearly died.
Avari got her ankles, too. Tod carefully lifted Sabines leg, where a severed section of creeper vine dangled from the end of her jeans, its thorns still piercing the denim. A thick, viscous fluid dripped slowly from the cut end of the vine to soak into the carpet. That cast is the only thing that saved her other arm.
Shit! Nash carefully unwound the vine from her left ankle. How did this happen?
He must have caught her. Tod lifted the maras other leg so he could unwind the single loop of vine, and I stepped back to give them room. I found her alone, unconscious, tied to the ground by all four limbs with creeper vines.
Live vines? Sophies voice flowed thick with horror.
Yeah. Dead ones wouldnt have held. Fortunately, they were young. Thin, as you can see, and just now sprouting through cracks in the concrete. Tod dropped the severed end of vine on the end table next to the couch, and a single drop of yellow venom leaked onto the wood while the inch-long thorns scratched the already-chipped varnish.
Nashs vine followed a second later, then each brother rolled up a leg of her jeans and slid her sneakers and socks off so we could get a better look at the damage.
Not as bad as her arm but not great, Nash said through clenched teeth. His irises swirled with fear, and his voice shook with it. If we dont do something, thisll kill her.
Em lifted Sabines right arm and examined it, careful not to touch the puffy flesh. What can we do? Worry looked much the same on her as it had on Lydia. But Emmas eyes were all her own, and they were so full of sadness I couldnt help wondering whether she was syphoning it all from Nash or had actually started to care about Sabine, as I had.
That damn mara was an emotional ninja, sneaking up on your heart when you least expected it.
Harmony treated me for this once, I said. She had this stuff
She still has the stuff! Nash stood so fast my head spun. She has jars of it at homeshe started making it in larger batches after you got pricked that timeshe even carries some in her purse now, just in case.
Oh! Sophie stood and raced into the kitchen. A second later, she was back with Harmonys purse, shoving it at me. She left it here when you guys crossed over.
Thanks. I opened the bag and pawed through it, then began laying travel-size plastic bottles on the coffee table. There were three of them, and each was labeled in permanent marker with Harmonys neat, all-caps print.
Wateramnesia. Obviously, that was what shed put in Tracis tea.
Wateranalgesic. A painkiller, made from water native to the Netherworld.
XX.
I could only assume that was the one she would have given Traci to help safely end her pregnancy, if that had been Tracis decision.
Its not here. I pawed through the purse again, but there were no more plastic bottles.
Its glass. Nash took the bag from me and dumped its contents onto the coffee table, and Em stood to get out of the way. And there should be a syringe. It has to be injected, remember?
I did remember, but barely. Id hardly been conscious when Harmony had injected me.
Several of us pawed through the collection of keys, makeup, restaurant ketchup and mayonnaise packets, hand sanitizer, and an assortment of other personal necessities until Em suddenly squealed in triumph.
Heres the bottle! She held up a small glass bottle sealed with a rubber stopper.
Nash unzipped a pocket on the inside of his mothers purse and scooped out three tampons and a disposable syringe sealed in plastic, as well as a separate disposable needle in a tiny plastic tube. Thank goodness. He ripped open the plastic around the syringe, then opened the tube and dumped the needle onto his palm.
Do you know what youre doing? Tod watched over his brothers shoulder. How do you know how much to give her?
Mom taught me a few months ago, after...Kaylee brought me back from the Netherworld. When Avari had taken him to get to me. She figured that the chances of someone getting stuck by creeper thorns got better and better every time we crossed over, and she said someone should know how to treat the venom, in case she couldnt get there in time.
Nash screwed the needle onto the end of the syringe, then held the glass bottle upside down. We all watched, breath held, while he drew liquid into the syringe, then withdrew the needle from the bottle. He held the syringe up to the light to double-check the dose, then turned back to Sabine.
Here, can you hold her arm?
I sank to my knees next to Sabine and held her arm out straight while he stared at it for what felt like forever. Then, finally, Nash sucked in a deep breath and held it while he slid the needle into her skin and carefully depressed the plunger.
