THE ECLIPSE - The Dangerous Drug of Sex (ENGLISH)

BETTER ANGELS - CHAPTER 35

His head felt like it was being attacked by the deafening sound of desperate screams. Porsche woke up confused in the emergency room and it took him several minutes to realize that the one screaming at the top of his lungs was Vegas.

"The surgery has to be done now Dr. Top!" his friend shouted in anguish, "Pete can't wait another minute! He needs that transplant! He's dying!"

Porsche couldn't move because of the painkillers they had given him and could barely react as he listened attentively to his friend's words, "Yes! In the Reetarenir Mansion...they brought him from there...he's brain dead. So he is the ideal candidate."

"Brain death? Transplant? Is Pete dying?," Porsche couldn't clearly understand the mountain of information he was receiving. Didn't Kinn make it to the emergency room alive?

"We need his heart..." Vegas said and Porsche's breathing stopped. He tried to get the attention of his friend, who was walking like a madman without realizing his presence, arguing effusively on the phone, to explain what was happening, but it was useless, "Well, I don't care that he's still alive! He's in this world because he's on life support! If they take him off the respirator it's like he's dead!"

"Vegas..." Porsche tried to say but it was more of a whisper.

"I don't care!" his friend shouted in near desperation, "Pete is dying and he is the only thing that can help him!"

"Vegas..." he shouted on the verge of desperation, trying to get up with difficulty, but his friend ran out of the room.

Porsche knew that he hated Kinn but at the end of the day he was his cousin so he couldn't help but wonder if Vegas was really capable of killing Kinn just in order to save Pete.

Vegas was capable of anything...

Immediately, Porsche staggered to his feet and after stabilizing his unsteady footing from the strong painkillers, he ripped off the IV and ran after Vegas. He would never allow Kinn to be unplugged and his heart ripped from his chest without his consent.

He would rather be dead...

So with difficulty he began to walk through the hospital corridors and after wandering for a couple of minutes he arrived at the intensive care area where he knew Kinn would be held due to his critical condition.

There he listened to the nurses as they spoke, "It's so terrible that something like that would happen to someone so young and handsome."

"It's going to be a devastating blow for his family," said another while arranging a bag full of medical supplies.

"Kinn..." Porsche said and trudged into the intensive care area, being careful not to attract attention. He put on a sterile suit following the example of one of the doctors who was doing his rounds and a mask to hide his face so they wouldn't take him out of there.

He began to check, with a thick mental fog caused by the strong painkillers, the stretchers that were full of patients, one by one, until he reached the one he was looking for. The drugs they had injected into him were taking effect so he collapsed to the floor when he saw his lover's black hair sticking out of the pillow.

"Kinn..." he said with tears in his eyes and knelt beside him, holding his hand gently.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you," he said as he kissed the back of his fingers, "I swear I won't let them touch you my love."

"Porsche?" said Vegas who had entered next to the attending doctor, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not going to let you kill him," Porsche said as he tried to stand up protectively but the medications they had given him prevented him from standing up easily.