It seems like he is in an intense fight with the effects of the drug.
“I don’t remember what I’m doing. Every time I gain control over my body, I find Paul in a worse shape than before,” Blake says in a very lost voice. “Kill me, Anmara.”
“What? No! No fucking way!”
It would be a good time to let me out. I can easily fulfil his wish. I only need to take his head in my hands and twist it.
“No!” I scream, taking a few steps back, and throw a punch at the first wall I see, and then scream because of the pain I inflicted on myself.
I cannot process how my hand is filling up with blood and how bad it hurts, because I see in my peripheral vision Lucas picking Paul up.
“What do you want to do with him?” I ask him, pointing at Blake.
He looks into my eyes, then at the blood that is dripping from my hand, and I can see how much he abstains from saying something about that.
Lucas turns his gaze to Blake, who is now slapping his face to regain control, and he sighs. Paul coughs again, the blood from his mouth getting on me, and he starts to tremble uncontrollably.
“Fuck him! Come on!” Lucas says, and then he runs with Paul in his arms.
I stand still for a second, realising how fucked-up the situation we are in is, only to remember that we only have one key that can get us upstairs.
Before thinking about my actions, I take Blake’s hand and run to the exit of the tunnel.
I just hope to have made the right choice.
?
“He’s not breathing!” I scream while I press on the wound from where the blood flows the most and check his pulse again.
While Lucas stayed with Paul, I cleaned the blood off the hand with water and bandaged it with a piece from a pink t-shirt of mine, while keeping my fingers out to also be able to use the hand I stupidly hit. I also cleaned Blake’s full-of-blood face, not wanting to watch the beast inside of him anymore.
We took turns with Paul, who passed out in the meantime because of his pain. We checked his pulse regularly. Until earlier, it was just irregular, but now I am not feeling it at all.
Everything was fine until now. Why couldn’t it continue to be fine?
“Step aside,” Lucas says, and he softly pushes me from Paul, but my hand remains pressing his wound.
I would’ve cauterised it if I knew where the hell my first-aid kit ended up. I searched for it for an entire hour, but since I couldn’t find it anywhere, I started to panic really badly.
Lucas presses the device that was supposed to restart his heart on his chest, and Paul is lifted alongside it.
I put two fingers on his neck to search for the pulse, but it still can’t be found.
“Try again,” I tell Lucas with tears in my eyes.
“Let me help you,” Blake says.
I tied him up to the armchair in the room, from where he won’t be able to hurt anyone else. From the way he spoke and the smirk on his face, he isn’t the one talking, but the asshole personality that the idiot drug created. The blood from the bruises on his face starts to drip, perfectly combining with his venomous words.
“Go to hell!” I tell him acidly and get my attention to Paul’s body, who rises once again with Lucas’s device. “I thought you said it should work no matter what!” I scold Lucas, wanting to kill him to save Paul myself.
But, I know it isn’t the case to go too extreme. I would lose both of them, and that clearly isn’t what I want.
“It should, Anmara. I don’t know what he was injected with or why his body is rejecting the strong electric shocks. Fuck!” he says once he sees that Paul still doesn’t have a pulse.
He tries many times, but no result.
My nerves reach the maximum level when the device starts smoking, a sign that it is now of no good. Lucas throws him next to Blake, while he is screaming and swearing.
