Get Curtis to my room now!I ordered a nurse in medical through the pack's mind-link.Crystal isn't breathing.
Frantically I started CPR on her, a deep breath into her lungs before I pressed down on her chest, trying to keep my rising panic at bay.
Minutes later, Curtis came rushing into my room and told me to step aside. His instruction went against every instinct I had as a mate but I removed my hands from her and let him take over.
I watched from the sidelines, hoping and praying she wouldn't die. Her face had been so peaceful instead of contorting with the agony of the change.
Wake up, I kept repeating.
Finally, the soft gasp of her breath had made my whole world shift. I experienced the full effect of our connection. My world revolved around her, and without her, there was no reason to go on.
I ran a hand through my hair while Curtis checked her vitals.
"We need to move her to medical," he told me, and I nodded. We couldn't take the chance that this would happen again. "It's taking much longer than expected."
It was a reminder she wasn't an average female werewolf. I wanted to pick her up in my arms and move her but Curtis shook his head.
"We need to move her carefully." I stepped back, allowing him to do what he was trained to do.
"I think we should give her a dose of wolfsbane when she wakes."
"Do you think it will help?" I asked, not feeling confident that it would. But we were dealing with the unknown.
"I don't know but at this point I think it's worth a try."
Anxiously I followed as they moved Crystal to the medical center.
"How's she doing?" James asked when he came to see what was happening.
"I don't know." It felt like the weight of the world rested on my shoulders as I strode purposefully behind the group of people carrying Crystal on a medical gurney.
James gave me a sideways glance while he walked beside me.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Just keep everything running smoothly," I told him. I wanted to dedicate every moment to my mate and that left no space for everything else that needed attention from me.
"You got it," he assured me.
Once they had moved her into one of the rooms, they hooked her up to the machines to raise an alarm in case her heart stopped again. Her hand felt so small and fragile in mine. I sat beside Crystal, watching her, making sure I could see the faintest movement of her breathing.
Not long afterward, Crystal began to stir. The smooth planes of her face contorted. It felt like a nightmare that wouldn't end.
"Please, make it stop," she gasped and her words cut right through me.
"Hang in there. We're going to give you something to try and ease the pain."
"Please," she whimpered while she gripped my hand.
"Curtis," I called out, and I heard hurried footsteps.
"I got it," Curtis said, his eyes filled with concern.
He got out a syringe and injected it into her arm. Almost instantly her body began to relax and her eyes closed.
"It's working," Curtis murmured.
"Thank God," I said, starting to feel like there was hope that she would survive. I picked up her hand and kissed it, needing her to know I was here with her.
