"No, no, no," Nikki sobbed, dropping to her knees beside him. She wiped the dark liquid from his chin with her trembling hands. "Adonis, please wake up. You can't leave me."
But he didn't move. His metal heart was beating so slowly it felt like a dying drum.
Nikki knew she couldn't just sit there and cry. She was the one who built him; she had to fix him. She looked down the dark, quiet hallway. There were emergency signs on the walls, covered in years of dust. One of them pointed to a room with a green cross. It was the healing room—a special, perfectly clean room designed to wash away bad mountain sickness and dangerous dust.
"I have to get you there," Nikki whispered, wiping her tears.
