Even though Lance didn't react to the other, his whole attention was on what was said.
'They could have killed her, how could I have let her alone with them.' He closed his eyes to endure the heart-wrenching pain he felt.
'Maybe they already killed her.'
He cradled her with more force and buried his head in her hair, beside her face.
'What should I do, what should I do if she doesn't come back.'
"You said it would take a few hours?" Jace tried to concentrate on a solution, seeing Paige and Lance like this, his hands trembled.
"Shorter if we give adrenaline." Meier said.
"Now." Lance pressed between his teeth.
Meier went back and came back with another needle.
"Turn her around. And hold her still."
Lance had to know if she was there — now. He felt light-headed, not really there, as he turned Paige's body cautiously in his lap. If he were more clear-headed, he wouldn't let Meier with a needle near her ever again.
