Jackson's fingernails are turning black. The silver spreads like rot, creeping up from his cuticles and staining the nail beds a deep gray-black. He gasps shallowly for air.
"Get the chelation kit from the back storage," Arden commands, fear gripping him. "And someone text Kai. Now."
Jackson's skin feels clammy, his body burning from within as the poison courses through his bloodstream like a saw.
Ivy stands frozen at his bedside, her hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles pale. She's not touching him or attempting to heal; she's just watching.
"Ivy," Arden calls out. "Your hands."
"I can't," she replies, her voice strained. "If I touch him now, I—"
She hesitates and swallows hard, her Adam's apple bobbing visibly.
"You what?" Arden's hands tremble as he pushes another IV into Ja
