Nirvana Effect

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Callista checked Edward’s vitals.

His pulse had slowed to almost nothing. He was breathing, but just barely. He looked as though he might be hibernating. Something was terribly wrong. She checked over his gunshot wound. He’d gotten hurt, but it wasn’t anything that should have sent him into shock.

Then she saw his right hand. It was blue, as though the circulation hadn’t come to it in a while. His veins were discolored.

Poison?

She held his head in her hands. There was nothing she could do except pray. She was sure Edward could do a better job of it than her, but she would give it her best. There was no harm in trying.