The man spat. “f**k. It’s not working.”
“Of course it’s not working you f*****g i***t!” There was a new voice. It was overpowering as the person yelled at the top of their lungs. “He’s passed the point of getting help.”
A new set of hands grabbed him. “We’ve got to tie him down before he fully turns. If he’s gotten this far, he might be able to make it out on his own.”
“Might?” Taylor was back. “You going to talk to me about might when he’s in this much pain?”
“Get your hands off me. I could kill you right now if that’s what you’d like. Or I could help you give your friend a chance. Choose.”
There was silence spilling over the room.
"Now."
The deafening quiet was only overshadowed by the whimper in Ryan's voice. He felt like he was flying over a raging storm. There was the feeling o
