ie
y brain. Julien's fingers were crushing my windpipe. He was comp
t his upper body-he benc
. Instead, I forced my eyes past his broad
ering 88%, and her core body temperature hadn't dropped. More importantly, as I looked at the old woman's face, ther
t biologi
oma-profound autonomic depre
wasn't dead. But she had less than five minutes before
ere, she di
ve my right knee upward with explosive, targeted for
AC
out of him. Julien grunted, his gri
dropped to the floor, and
a voice yelled f
n shock. Julien recovered in half a second, his eyes flashing with
, my voice raw, raspy, but cutting through t
ride. Dr. Reynolds
say?" Reynol
ral tissue perfusion hasn't collapsed! Her pupillary dilation is asymmetrical! This isn't a myocardial
ced medicine for thirty years! She has no pulse, no respiration,
ecomes actually dead!" I shot back
pped from his palms where his nails dug into his skin. His mind was caught in a v
"You want to kill me? Fine. But if you don't let me touch
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