He fell forward, catching himself on the ground over Sin with an extended arm.
“I’m thinking the man bleeding silver needs help first,” King Zeller mumbled, instantly pulling a cell phone from his pocket, pressing a button, and placing it to his ear. He lunged forward, grabbing the One around his chest from behind—eliciting a deep grunt from the One—as he started to fall completely on top of Sin’s unconscious form. I stood there shaking like a girl, dazed from Sin almost dying and from being a trigger-pull away from killing the One. King Zeller barked into the phone, “I don’t know how the hell you slept through that, but get to your fucking Prodigy’s room now and call Bindi because she’s needed.” He tossed the phone aside, grabbing the One’s unconscious form with both hands and ordering me over his shoulder, “Shock time’s over, Caro. Get your ass over here and help me.”
“Okay,” I whispered, his demand floating through my mind for a good ten seconds before I registered what he wanted. Then I was walking on autopilot. I was not quite sure which route I took through the debris, but when I blinked, I was kneeling next to King Zeller and helping him lift the One from Sin’s body, his bulky, dead weight freaking heavy as we maneuvered him directly next to Sin. We laid him on his back…and I froze solid again, staring wide-eyed at all the blood on his chest. “There was none on his back. The bullets are still in there.”
“I know,” King Zeller muttered, tilting the One’s head back before he blurred and placed his mouth to the One’s. He breathed air into the One’s lungs, only speaking when he lifted his head for another breath. “He’s not breathing, but his heart’s still beating.” He ducked his head down, breathing into the One’s mouth again. The One’s chest rose and fell with the work King Zeller was doing.
Instantly, I asked, “Sin?”
“Just unconscious,” King Zeller murmured before blowing more air into the One’s lungs.
King Collins raced into my room. “What the hell happened in here—” He dropped next to me, his brown eyes flying wide at all the unconscious, bleeding forms. His phone was already at his ear as his eyes assessed the One’s injuries. “Bindi, hurry the fuck up! The One’s shot. And three others aren’t moving except to breathe.” His phone got tossed, then his eyes turned utterly cold and deadly and flicked to King Zeller. “Did you see who did this?”
“Sin did,” King Zeller answered between puffs of air.
“Shit.”
King Zeller grunted, still breathing for the One.
“Bindi!” King Collins’s eyes were wide as he tilted his head toward the door, but he was bellowing loud enough to be heard two counties over. “Hurry up!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she stated breathlessly as she raced into the room, already glowing. Her eyes assessed the wounded in a professional manner. She went to the One since his body was ridden with bullet holes, bleeding silver and red. “Christ, he gets shot a lot.”
King Zeller bent back on his knees, and Bindi’s hands were on the One, working immediately near his heart.
The One’s chest expanded, sucking in a vicious breath. His back arched off the floor and a resounding shout echoed in the room; the work Bindi was doing was definitely painful.
She ordered, “King Zeller!”
“On it,” he mumbled, blurring to grab the One’s hand with a bloody one.
The One went slack, his back hitting the floor. A soft sigh emitted from his lips. “Fuck, that hurt.” He stared up at Bindi, his words slurred. “Hey…I know you…what the hell’s going on?”
“I’m pulling a bullet out of your heart,” she explained. “You’re lucky you’re alive because someone definitely wanted you dead.”
A cocky, slurred laugh. “I still knocked his ass out.”
King Zeller snorted. “He’s only unconscious, while you had stopped breathing.”
“Wait…” His head tilted to the left and right. “Where’s Ms Jules?”
I lifted a hand, slanting to the right, into his line of vision. “Right here.”
Silver eyes stared into mine. “I didn’t know it was—”
“I know. Be quiet and let Bindi do her job.”
King Collins asked, “Is there too much silver in his bloodstream?”
“No, not with me here to patch him up fast,” Bindi muttered, hissing as she extracted a silver bullet from his body. “Half of them were stopped by his bones, which are strong like a Shifter’s.” She eyed one wound closely. “Remarkable, really, his internal body structure.” Another hiss as she extracted another bullet. “It’s like a mixture of all the Mysticals.”
“Don’t you have some type of patient-doctor confidentiality clause, or something?” the One muttered, sounding drunk from the blood loss. “I mean, really, talking about my body like I’m a cadaver rather than a living, breathing Mystical is a bit offensive…especially when I’m right here.”