I tossed my head and grimaced. “I won’t let Ronnie die.”
I shivered for the next ten minutes, waiting for the cart of food. I focused solely on my father’s eyes, the pain, and my breathing.
“You can do this, baby girl.” I nodded and bared my teeth.
“Fuck.” I screamed as another wave hit my body. My bones shifted, and I pushed my father’s claw deeper.
“Amy, I think the claw is counter intuitive. You’re bleeding yourself, and losing more blood than you should.” The doctor came over and tried to intervene, but I just growled.
“If you want me to shift, then remove the claw. I’m doing what I can to stop that from happening.” I felt my face shift, and I screamed again, pushing his claw deeper.
Finally, the door flew open, and a girl covered in dirt came in with the cart. “What the hel
