Tanith's p.o.v
I snorted awake. I had fallen asleep on Ghastly's shoulder but he had just jolted. I let my eyes adjust again and then took a look at what was happening. Jumping to my feet, I saw that the once red light had turned green. That meant surgery had finished! But then I sat back down. It wasn't necessarily good news. No. I shook that thought out of my head.
The doors suddenly swung open and the stretcher was wheeled out.
Val looked so weak. Her skin was pale, a oxygen mask coved her face and the heart monitor still beeped faintly. Every time she took a breath- her face twisted into a mask on pain.
Nye walked over to us.
"I have some good news and bad news." It chuckled, "The bad news is that she has internal bleeding and one lung is squashed badly."
I stared at it- how it could sound so cheery while Val was dying, was beyond me. No. How could I even think that? She would make it. She had to. Then it carried on,
"The good news is," It paused and those beady eyes studied us, "She may not make it!" It burst out laughing and started to march off. Skulduggery suddenly darted forward and held his gun to it's head,
"Can you do anything?" His voice was stained, just like voices do when you're about to cry.
The doctor shook his head slowly and tried not to smile at the detective's misfortune.
"She's being taken to room 563." It muttered, "You can put that gun away now."
To my surprise, Skulduggery did as he was told and started after the stretcher. I looked at Ghastly and we hurried after him.
Behind me, I heard Nye's voice mutter,
"There's your weakness detective, there's your weakness."