Chapter 204 Stop Breathing

Chapter 204 Stop Breathing

Beatrice said what everyone was thinking, but they all knew better than to mess with Alberta.

"We're responsible for our own safety, Alberta. Please don't be mad."

"Don't get us wrong, we're not that shameless."

"We're just grateful you let us tag along!"

"Beatrice, shut up!" Dorian's friend yanked Beatrice back. If Alberta ditched them because of Beatrice, the others would definitely blame her.

"Beatrice is just really worried about Dorian," the player explained to Alberta. But Beatrice wasn't having it. She shoved the player aside and pointed at Alberta, accusing her of being heartless and demanding ten vials of the enhancement serum.

Alberta chuckled. "So that's your real motive."

She had thought Beatrice was just a fool, but no real fool could have survived in the game this long.

"Just say if you'll give it or not," Beatrice said, wiping her tears and snot with her sleeve.

"No," Alberta answered firmly.

"See, you were lying about the serum being bad. You just want to keep it all for yourself!" Beatrice knew the players feared Alberta's strength more than they respected her, so she deliberately said things to stir them up.

"Alberta, you're an experiment. You're way stronger than we regular people. We need the serum more than you do. Your friend was seriously injured, and after getting the serum, she's sleeping peacefully. Dorian was hurt by the sea monster and is in excruciating pain. Only the serum can save him. I'm begging you!"

Alberta had to admit, Beatrice's words were impressive. If she weren't the one being manipulated, she might have even praised Beatrice.

"Alberta, you have so many serums. Just give them one."

"Yeah, just one. Dorian's been helping you guys out a lot. He even found the first controller. You can't just let him die."

Alberta looked at them coldly. "If you want to save him, do it yourselves."

The players who had spoken up fell silent, feeling embarrassed.

Kurt took out a vial of the enhancement serum and put it in his pocket. He picked up the medical kit and walked over to Beatrice. "Is Dorian really that badly hurt? I have some painkillers and bandages. Let me take a look."

Beatrice cursed Kurt for interfering, but still put on a grateful face. "Thank you! We have regular medicine, but it's not working."

Dorian lay there, pale and groaning in pain. Kurt wanted to use a vial of the serum to keep the peace, but didn't want to give it up so easily. "Where's the wound? Let me check."

"I'll do it!" Beatrice stopped Kurt from opening the sleeping bag. Dorian's injuries weren't actually that severe; he was just pretending to be in agony to get the serum.

As Dorian and Beatrice were figuring out how to make the injuries look worse, Kirstie, who had been quietly unconscious, suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream.

The sound was so agonizing, it was like she was being tortured.

Everyone's attention snapped to her.

"Alberta, come quick! Kirstie..." Lucy called out in a panic. Alberta rushed over.

Kirstie thrashed in her sleeping bag, flailing her arms and legs. Lucy got kicked but held onto Kirstie's hand.

"Parker, get Lucy out of here. Lawrence, help me hold her down!" Alberta barked. She grabbed a roll of bandages, pried Kirstie's mouth open, and used the bandages to keep her from biting her tongue. Then she picked up a fresh syringe and injected another dose of the enhancement serum.

Lawrence held Kirstie down tight. She was in so much pain, she wanted to die. She felt like an atomic bomb, ready to explode and destroy everything in a violent, fiery end.

She arched her back, growling like a trapped animal, tears streaming from her eyes. At first, they were clear, then pink, and finally, they turned into bloody tears.

Alice was reminded of Murray, who had gone through the same agony not long ago.

Murray held Alice close, comforting her softly, while casting a suspicious glance at Dorian.

Kirstie's cries of pain were unmistakably real. Dorian, hearing them, felt a chill run down his spine. Beatrice shouted, "What's happening to her? Is it a seizure? Is she going mad? Or is she poisoned?"

Alberta was injecting the third dose of serum into Kirstie, sweat pouring down her face. Beatrice, not getting an answer, asked again. Parker, knowing a bit, replied, "It's the side effect of the enhancement serum. Stop yelling."

"No way!" Beatrice's voice rose in shock. Dorian, pretending to be unconscious, felt a sudden panic.

"Alberta already said the serum is both a medicine and a poison," Parker said, giving Dorian a meaningful look. "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

The players, who had been stirred up by Beatrice, suddenly weren't so eager for the serum anymore.

Alberta remained focused on treating Kirstie.

But things weren't looking good.

Lawrence noticed he had broken Kirstie's arm. It wasn't his strength; her body had become too fragile. But he couldn't let go.

"Her temperature is dropping, her breathing is slowing, and her pupils are dilating," Lawrence reported.

Alberta listened to Kirstie's heartbeat and felt her weakening pulse.

Half a minute later, Kirstie stopped struggling and stopped breathing.

"Give her another dose," Alberta said, her voice trembling. Sweat blurred her vision.

Lucy suddenly ran off. Parker followed and saw she was heading for a defibrillator. He grabbed it and sprinted back, attaching the electrodes. The defibrillator analyzed Kirstie's heart rate.

Alberta discarded the empty syringe and performed the first shock. Then, following the defibrillator's beeps, she did 30 chest compressions and gave three breaths. Lucy alternated with her in performing CPR.

"Come on! You haven't finished your dream project. Are you going to die here?"

"Kirstie, hang in there!"

Alberta kept calling Kirstie's name. Parker and Lucy also encouraged her loudly, but Kirstie's heart rate continued to slow until the line on the defibrillator flattened.

For several minutes, no one spoke.

Kurt stared at Kirstie's motionless body, unable to understand how she had died so suddenly.

Lucy cried, feeling like she had lost another daughter. Parker supported her, looking serious.

Lawrence, however, remained calm. He watched Alberta, who took a deep breath and said, "We'll observe her for another day."

Kurt thought Alberta must be overwhelmed with grief. What was the point of observing a dead person?

But Alberta carefully re-bandaged Kirstie's wounds, tidied her clothes, and zipped up the sleeping bag, as if Kirstie were just sleeping.