Chapter 10
Yoo's eyes widened in comprehension. "Yes." She drawled, "Yes Auntie. I think this will work!" With more hope in her face than she'd had all day, Yoo immediately took up his arm to bite it.
"No, Niece." Lee was calm now. "We need this done fast. Choose the carotid artery."
With no argument, Yoo went to the neck and bit down. The blood came coursing into her mouth. She choked at first. She expected something only a little faster than when she had drunk his blood but the carotid was large and the blood intake massive. In time she got the hang of it. Pulling in the ambrosia was giving her a high like she had never experienced. She knew people were working around her but the elixir she drank took all that away. She could feel herself becoming stronger, more confident, powerful. Suddenly hands were pulling her away. She fought them at first. They had no right to stop this river of life, this lightning, this gift.
Slowly reality seeped back into her mind. Min groaned softly; Hwang had hold of her shoulders and was pulling with all his might; even the Doctor tried to pull her fingers away from his neck. She released her hold and everyone pulled back with a sigh.
"Get the instrument table set up." Lee delegated to Niece; "You, Nephew, place something hard and about three inches tall under his head. Then cover it with something sterile." She pointed to Niece, "You will be my main nurse and hand me the tools. Hwang will vacuum up the excess liquids." Looking Hwang directly in the eye she asked, "Do you think you can do that?"
"We both work with blood every day, Auntie. You will find no problem here."
"Then we begin." Despite the fact that Nephew was unconscious, drained of blood, and unlikely to wake soon, Lee gave him a soporific to keep him under. The operation started fairly well. Lifting the skin away, pulling away the skull, even removing the hematoma went smooth and fast. What lay under the hematoma made all three suck in air. The disks of cranium had been feeding on the hematoma for their blood supply. They had begun to curve in a pattern of a skull, some connecting with others. It reminded Yoo of parts of a beehive. Min, the love of her life, was dead; even were he to heal the spots where the skull had cut in, it wouldn't be the same—he wouldn't be the same.