HG snapped her Farnsworth shut; quickly throwing it on the bed beside her as she reached over to check Myka's pulse. The Brit's breathe hitched in her throat while she squeezed her eyes shut, praying for a heart beat while she dipped her head to the woman's face; hopping to discover her still breathing.
After a heart retching moment of no response on either account, HG swore under her breath while she ripped open Myka's blouse before grabbing up the defibrillator that was still on the bed next to them. The woman quickly unpeeled the two adhesive protection tabs while sticking one pad to her chest and the other to her lower ribs. The devise was regurgitating out some idiot proof instructions to her in an automated voice, which made the Victorian want to scream out obscenities towards it. Finally it told HG to break contact with Myka before it administered its first shock to her; the brunette's body jumped up in response.
"Come on Myka, don't die on me here," HG muttered while waiting on the automatic defibrillator to find a pulse.
The device broke her heart as it stated, "Prepare shock, clear away from patient" once again. HG could no longer hold back her tears as it continued, "Administer shock," before Myka's chest jerked up again.
"Searching for pulse," the device carried on. Then it spout out again, "Prepare shock, clear away from patient."
"No!" HG hollered towards her beloved friend before going against the automated voce and grabbing Myka by the shoulders, "Myka, darling... baby, you have to come back to me," her tears ran heavy down her cheeks.
"Clear away from patient," the voice repeated, waiting on HG to separate; sensing her body contact to the patient's.
"Myka," the Victorian shook her shoulders in her grasp, "come back to me..." she let go of the woman, allowing the shock to be administered, "please," she muttered after the American's body fell back to the mattress.
HG's cheeks were wet as her gaze never faltering from the woman. "Pulse found," the automated voice stated which made the Victorian gasp so big that she felt as though she could have vomited right then and there, due to relief. HG dried her eyes with her sleeve before she placed her hand to Myka's cheek; rubbing her thumb back and forth over her ghostly white face and smiled. "I always knew, 'failure' wasn't in your vocabulary," she whispered.
Then, with a flash of the eye, HG had Vanessa's med bag in her hands before dumping it upside-down on the floor next to the bed. She then patted the leather bag down, feeling for the artifact. It didn't take her long to feel the object in the lining, for that it was quite a long nail. She saw a small slit in the fabric that Claudia had made to put the item in. The Brit then speedily grabbed the knife that was tucked inside her boot, and shoved it into the hole before sliding it forcefully along; ripping the fabric open to reveal the artifact. "That's my girl," the woman smiled at the young tech's job-well-done while she grabbed a hold of it.
HG then looked around for something to assist her; she caught sight of the nightstand next to them, now partially inside of their field where she went straight for it; opening the drawer. She had been in enough modern hotel rooms to know that there would be the religion of the country's text, inside of it. She yanked out a hard covered book that read 'Αγία Γραφή'. She then smirked at the irony that was about to occur with the bible in her hand. She dropped Vanessa's bag to the floor where she quickly threw the defibrillator in between the brunette's legs. Swiftly she climbed to the other side of the bed so that she was now cross legged next to Myka. The energy field expanded and followed the Brit as she moved. For that they were both now infected and unable to leave their confinement.
HG then took Myka's left hand and placed it on the Bible, palm down, that now sat on top of the Victorian's knee. She held it securely with her own left hand, also palm down as she got a better hold on the long, relatively thick, nail in her other hand. She grasped it at the top, still having a good five centimetre tip at the bottom that was not concealed by her hand. HG squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment as she raised the artifact up to her head level. Her eyes then flew open; letting out a thunderous growl as her hand brought down the sharp nail, driving it through both her and Myka's hands. The tip stopped halfway into the book beneath their palms.
HG bit her bottom lip and winced in pain as the nail produced a wind looking effect running along Myka's body moving towards her, now tacked, hand. It looked as if a sort of energy was flowing away from the American's body, into the Brit's.
HG's body became heavy as she slowly slunk down next to her friend. Moments after a small staining of red appeared on the Victorian's thigh, in the exact same spot as Myka's bullet wound was on her own body. The woman took a hold of some discarded gauze, which still remained on the bed from when she sutured up Myka's injury, and sloppily wrapped it around her leg, with her one hand, to slow down the bleeding.
Her eyelids now felt of rock, heavily drooping down, as her body was quickly overcome with pain and exhaustion. She had little energy left, but she saw that the EMF Canceller was inside of the field, so she rolled over to Myka, wrapped her right arm around the other woman's torso, and pulled her onto her side, and into her own chest. The movement was enough to shift the shield away from the artifact on the nightstand, now no longer holding it within its confinement.
With HG's last ounce of strength, she brought the hand that was around Myka's back, up to her head; pulling the brunette's forehead to her mouth, where she softly kissed it before muttering, "Don't worry Myka, I'll take all your pain away." Then she closed her eyes and too, fell into unconsciousness.