“Give me the first aid kit,” Trisha demanded loudly, “Now!” Fury didn't move. Ellie looked desperately at the doctor. "Trisha? Will he be all right?" Trisha met Ellie's eyes and turned away.
"We need to get him to the hospital immediately. Call the emergency room and tell them to prepare the operating room and ..." she cursed. “Justice, I'm going to need some guys with canine genes. Fury needs blood, and I hope someone will fit him."
Justice stood behind Ellie, cell phone in hand. "I'll bring everyone."
"Trisha." Ellie continued to tremble. Trisha finally looked into her eyes, the doctor's expression grim. “He got shot twice, Ellie. He's in bad shape. I promise I will do my best to save him." After these words, Ellie is completely unstuck. She knew that he would not survive. She saw bl
