Pebble slips away.
A fresh seizure contorts Quinn’s body. I look on helplessly and set my hand on Roque’s shoulder. He flinches against the touch at first.
Harpy slides back into the room. “No slagging Yellows.”
“Shit,” Clown swears. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” He kicks the wall.
The Jackal pauses, glances at Roque, then acts. He points to Clown, Harpy, and several Housemembers. “I need someone for each of her arms and her head. She’s going to keep seizing, and for some reason, I suspect this is going to be a bumpy ride. We’re going to move her out of this damn bay and hold her down for the surgery.” He pulls her hair back into a ponytail, asks me to hold it, and pulls a small ionizer from the medkit. He squeezes it with his teeth over his hand, wincing as it destroys bacteria and dry skin follicles. “Clown, get her hair—all of it.”
The Jackal stands and tosses the ionizer to Clown, who bends and is about to scan it over Quinn’s golden hair when Roque takes it from his grasp. He hovers over Quinn, unable to move.
“What’s her name?” the Jackal asks Roque.
“Quinn.”
“Talk to her. Tell her a story.”
Trembling slightly, Roque sniffs and speaks quietly to Quinn. “Once, in the days of Old Earth, there were two pigeons who were greatly in love.…” He toggles the ionizer and moves his hand. It is intimate. Like he’s bathing her. Just the two of them in some far-off place. Long before she told stories by the campfires of the Institute. Long before the horror.
I smell hair burning as the Jackal stands and comes to me.
“What happened down there?” he asks. “Was it a pulseFist?”
I look at him in surprise. “You didn’t see? Aja used her hands.”
“Goryhell.” His jaw tightens. Dull eyes taking in the scene. “How did we come to this?”
“Octavia was set on this path all along,” I say quietly. “Before we even came to Mars, she intended to give the Bellona the ArchGovernorship. The gala was a trap.”
“When did you discover this? Before or after the duel?”
“Before,” I lie.
“Well played. Makes us seem the victim. I see Mustang failed in her task.”
“Did your father send her to infiltrate Octavia’s court?”
“No. I imagine it was her own idea. Draw close to the dragon …”
“The Julii are against us too.
He nods thoughtfully. “Makes sense. Politicos tried to take Victra from us before Karnus and Aja came.”
“You don’t seem worried.”
“Victra is her mother’s favorite daughter.” He shakes his head, remembering something. “But she took three Obsidians on for me. Three. She’s with us, body and mind.”
I watch Roque finish removing Quinn’s hair. “Will she live?” I ask quietly.
“She has bone fragments in her brain tissue. Even if we stop the swelling, she’s hemorrhaging. Badly.”
We look down at Quinn, her head bald now. Face peaceful. Only small contusions on the side of her skull. You’d never guess she was dying inside. Roque strokes her forehead so gently, whispering soft things.
“Can you save her?” I turn to the Jackal. “Is there a chance?”
“Not here. If you get us to a medBay, then yes,
there’s a prime chance.”