The monitors screamed as Jax started crashing again and I lunged for the medical machine myself.
"Doc, he's dying. Hook me up directly. Now."
Doctor Lang froze mid note, eyes wide. "Avery, you already gave a pint. Another direct line could trigger complications. Your system is still recovering."
I shoved the chair closer to Jax's bed and rolled up my sleeve. "I don't care. Look at him. He's slipping. The toxin is fighting back. If my blood worked before, it will work better now. Plug me in."
Jax lay pale on the table, breathing shallow, sweat beading on his forehead. The medical wing lights cast harsh shadows across his face. Damien stood by the door, looking torn.
"Avery, wait," Damien said quickly. "We can pull more from storage. You don't need to risk this."
I shook my head. "St
