Nixon’s POV
"Get out of the way before I take your hands off!"
The heavy doors to the medical wing hit the stone wall with a crash that rattled my teeth. My arms locked tight around Scout. Her blood was hot through my shirt. Wet and sticky. Too much of it. Her head hung back over my forearm like a broken doll.
Alice dropped her glass tubes. They shattered on the floor. Her eyes snapped to Scout's face and the color drained right out of her skin.
"Get a cot!" Alice yelled at the two omegas near the back wall. "Move!"
The girls tripped over each other. They shoved a metal cart with wheels toward me. I dropped Scout onto the thin mattress. Her hand fell away from her throat. The cut gaping open. Red. Jagged. Bubbling with dark fluid every time her pulse pushed through.
Alice slammed a t
