143 Dire Situation II

"The damn machine was sabotaged," Damon cursed out loud, jabbing a finger to the floor, despair and fury etched on every line of his limbs. My heart froze in shock. My eyes dumbly followed the length of Damon's arm, to see exactly what he was pointing at. 

My eyes widened; part of the machine that was used to scan through Blaise's body was no longer whole; instead, it lay broken in pieces on the floor. 

"Did it break halfway through the surgery?" I asked, kneeling down to take a closer look. I had to breathe through my mouth to reduce the pungent smell of blood and guts hit me more strongly. 

"Worse," Damon gritted out, his eyes bloodshot. "There was goddamn silver hidden in the machine!"

"What?" Forgetting my disgust, I hurriedly grabbed at the broken parts and wiped them clean of Blaise's blood. Underneath the red coating, it was impossible to miss the sight of bright silver at the handle.