rhythm. Pressing my fingers into his skin, I massaged his
jugular with my thumb and then ran my index finger
across it as I released the pressure from his neck.
Herald sighed, making his frustration and
impatience known. “Well?”
98
“Well, what?” I spat back.
“Can you help him or not?”
I sat erect and glared at the parents who stood on
the other side of the bed.
“If you don’t mind, I could do without the
incessant questioning. I need to concentrate on Dylan at
the moment. The more we talk, the more I cannot do my
job. Now, do I explain my every movement and appease
your questions, or do I save your son without any further
interruption?”
Claire and Herald didn’t speak, nor move. They
just stood, flabbergasted. My gaze must have bore into
them because Claire’s eyes drifted to the floor after only a
moment and Herald began to stare of the wall, his
indignation fading with a mighty swallow.
“We’ll be outside,” Claire finally uttered, taking her
husband’s hand, “so you can do your work, Doctor.”
Claire lead Herald to the door with ease and the
click of the door was the sound I longed for. Now that
they were out of the room, I could begin the reversal of
the curse, staving off the fiend that fought to take over the
man that once was Dylan.
* * *