Cold to the Touch

Chapter Thirty-Six

(Dawn's POV)

Dad was giving us a concerned look as Nora and I limped our way into the cortex.

"Grace doesn't really like metas." Nora said, taking a heavy seat in one of the computer chairs.

"Are you two alright?" Dad asked. He wasn't moving from his spot in front of the med bay window where Ambres and mom were preparing for the surgery they would have to perform after Orlin was given the cure.

"We're fine. It's not like we were thrown into a wall or anything." Nora huffed, rubbing her sore side. I walked over to dad, watching the scene in front of me. I had a bad feeling about all of this. Something wasn't right.

"You feel it too?" Dad asked, looking down at me. I nodded, making eye contact with him.

"It feels like I'm forgetting something." I said, shrugging a little. "Everything about this is unnerving."

"I agree." Dad said, turning back to watch mom and Ambres.

I almost wanted to ask what we would do if something bad happened, but I decided to keep it to myself, knowing that I would only jinx us if I did. For now, I would watch in silence, just like dad.

(Caitlin's POV)

"This is the cure." I told Orlin I wanted to make sure he knew everything we were going to be doing once he was put under. He trusted Ambres, but he didn't trust us. "It goes in your arm, just like a shot. Once it's in your system Dr. Ambres will only have a short time to stitch up your wound before you bleed out. That is why I am here, in case she needs help."

"I trust you." Orlin said, looking up at Ambres. "I'm ready."

"Dr. Snow?" Ambres asked. I nodded, grabbing the mask off the machine that would put Orlin under for all of this. Once he was fully sedated, I turned to Ambress.

"I'm administering the cure." I told her, placing it on his arm and injecting it. When it was fully injected, Orlin's vitals spiked. "Start stitching him up."

"I know how to do my job, Dr. Snow." Ambres huffed. She started the stitches and I watched, hoping she wouldn't need me. I felt sick for some reason. I don't know what was making me squeamish, but the last thing I needed was to throw up while we were operating.

Suddenly the lights went out and I heard the back up generators pop and kick on. I looked around, trying to figure out what had knocked the power out.

"Snow?" Ambres sounded worried. I turned back to her and shook my head.

"It's alright, keep stitching him up. I'm going to find out what's going on." I said, slipping out of my gloves and scrubs as I made my way to the door. Just as I opened it Barry and I were face to face.