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him like this. He writhed on the floor, and it took the combined might of four burly bear shifters to even attempt to hold him down.
    “We’re going to have to bleed him or he’ll die,” Liam said. “Viktor, I need one of the silver kits from the infirmary. Now!” Viktor was gone so quickly it barely registered with me.
    “We need to get him on the table,” Liam said. “Grab him where you can, everyone.” Donny, Richie, and Harry helped Liam lift Ollie’s body and set him on the table. Liam tore open Ollie’s shirt at the trunk and sleeves. His veins stood out like a grotesque relief map. “Ollie — Ollie! What happened? Who did this to you?”
    “Don’t…know,” Ollie said. His words were a hiss. “Didn’t see. Came from…behind.” Then he started to scream anew.
    Viktor rushed in with a plastic container. He nearly tore it in two getting it open, and setting it on the table. He removed a handful of tourniquets. Each man tore the sleeve from his own shirt if necessary, and then began tying on a tourniquet. I looked at my own sleeve. Did I need to —
    “No,” Liam said, nearly reading my thoughts. “Try to keep him calm. We’re going to do a blood transfusion.” Liam removed a silver scalpel from the case. “Ollie, buddy. I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt.”
    I held Ollie’s head and stroked his hair. “Oliver, it’s me. You’re going to be fine.”
    “Allie…,” he said. “I’m…I’m s—sorry.”
    “It’s okay,” I said. “Shh. You’ll be okay.”
    Viktor pulled some tubing out of the case along with silver needles. I was amazed at how adept the men were at finding their own veins and getting themselves prepped.
    “Here we go, Ollie,” Liam said. He began making precise cuts with the scalpel at specific points on Oliver’s body. Ollie screamed and blood seemed to explode from the wounds. Each man held one of Ollie’s limbs and inserted a needle into one of his veins located in his wrists and thighs. Blood flowed from the tubing and into Ollie. There was an almost immediate difference. Ollie quieted and began to relax.
    I stroked Ollie’s hair and tried to be a calming effect. It really wasn’t my strong suit. “Shh. It’ll be okay, Ollie. Shh.” Eventually he passed out.
    “He’s out of the woods,” Liam said. He took Ollie’s pulse. There were sighs and murmurs of relief from the other men.
    I knew that silver poisoning was rare among shifters, but it was almost always fatal. Blood types didn’t really matter among shifters of specific species. As long as they shared animals, they could share blood. I’d heard of cases where the blood of one species was used on another, but that was really a last resort — it was almost always just as fatal as the silver itself.
    Oliver stirred on the table. “Allie?” his voice was weak.
    Tears streamed down my face like opening a floodgate. “Yeah?”
    “You should really have some of this blood when I’m done. It’s nice.”
    I laughed through my tears. “I have to fight with body hair enough, thank you very much.”
    Oliver passed out again. After a while, blood simply flowed from his wounds instead of erupting from them. Liam handed out silver needles and special thread, even to me, and we worked tirelessly and in silence to stitch and dress his wounds while Viktor cleaned up the blood wearing what looked like a hazmat suit.
    Ollie improved and started to heal in the days that followed, but tensions were high because the question remained. Who had done this to him?

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    “We should scrap the project,” Donny said. “Call for support.”
    Everyone, save Ollie, was gathered in the common area.
    “Shit,” Ben said. “I’m ready to pack up anyone who wants to get gone and jet the fuck out of here.” There were murmurs of agreement.
    “We can’t go,” Liam said. “And we can’t call for support. This project is code black. There’s just as much chance that the elders will burn the entire place to