The penthouse elevator opened.
I carried Salin, as if he were the most fragile thing in my world.
The nurse was already there, accompanied by Ashita. She asked no questions, didn't look away. She wore gloves. In her hands, she held the only thing that mattered now: a syringe and a vial with a vivid blue liquid.
— Extend your arm, Mr. Min — she said.
— Let's just go to the bedroom, Jun-ho — Salin said, ignoring her, while pulling a bit more of my shirt toward himself.
— It's quick, Sali. Just extend your arm; it's an antidote for the drug.
The blond nodded, extending his arm. She quickly injected the contents directly into Salin's vein, who didn't even complain.
— 10 minutes. — She stepped back.
And I nodded. What would be an agony of two hours burning his nervous system would last only 10 minutes. It was still too long to watch him suffer, but it was the best we had.
