Amit’s POV:
Nichole's heart beat rises with each passing moment. It was rising to an unhealthy level and still inclining. There was no slowing, no sign of stopping, just progressively growing until it would explode. I slam on the red button the same moment Trent grabs onto Nichole's hand.
"Stay with me." He says quietly. I snarl but don't shove him, lest I hurt Nichole. Nurses come in, and we're about to be shooed out when I stand firmly to the side and the werewolves get the message. It was minutes of needles, sewing, injections, words, and then slowly, oh so painfully slowly her heart rate decreased. The panic inside of me died down as she now lay peacefully on the bed. This was the third time this week that she's had such an episode, but this one was worse than the other ones.
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