lost a lot of blood, Dr. Grimaldi. We had no choice but to give you some of ours. Succeed in this ‘outrageous request’ and you not only save our lives, you save your own as well. Fail and we all will continue living with this curse, including you,” Ernesto ripped the oxygen mask off as he spoke, every word carefully selected and delivered with the delicacy of a sledgehammer to the skull. Grimaldi watched as Ernesto lay back down on the operating table, the surgeon’s mind racing with the thoughts of what he’ll find once he opens Ernesto up and what he can possibly do in his condition to affect it. 

 

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