The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 486

Garrison swept Sloane into his arms, kicked open the door to a top-floor breakroom at Taylor Manufacturing Corp, and laid her gently onto the sofa against the wall.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked, dropping to his knees beside her.

Sloane didn't answer. She curled into a tight ball, her hands pressing violently against her temples as uncontrollable shudders wracked her body. Huge drops of sweat rolled down her cheeks, dampening the armrest beneath her.

Garrison crouched closer. One look at her pupils and complexion made his heart plummet.

This wasn't just standard stress or emotional exhaustion. It was acute neurological dysfunction triggered by a rapid spike in intracranial pressure.

Although her tumor had been reduced to a low-risk grade, remnants of the lesion remained, and the tumor microenvironment hadn't fully stabilized. A severe emotional shock could cause intracranial pressure to surge in minutes, compressing the brainstem and limbic system, resulting in blinding agony.

Without immediate intervention, it could trigger status epilepticus or even a fatal brain herniation.

"Sloane, look at me. Breathe deeply. Focus on my voice." He kept his tone soothing and level as he quickly unzipped his medical bag. His movements were swift but precise as he pulled out a sealed Vitas-1 syringe.

He had brought his medical bag today because his original plan was to handle the Vitas-1 packaging logistics.

The needle glinted under the fluorescent lights. He expertly snapped the ampoule, drew the pale blue liquid into the syringe, and reached for her neck to locate the carotid artery.

Sloane abruptly seized his wrist.

Her hand was trembling violently, her fingers ice-cold, yet her grip was shockingly strong. Her nails dug into his skin.

"Don't..."

Her voice scraped through clenched teeth, raw and broken. "If you inject me with that... I'll forget who I am again. Won't I?"

"Swear to me that you'll tell me... everything. Then I'll let you do it."

Garrison squeezed his eyes shut and took a jagged breath.

"Fine. I swear it. I'll tell you everything. I will explain it all, perfectly clear."

His voice dropped into a desperate, pleading whisper. "Please, let me give you the medicine. Okay?"

Sloane held his gaze. Slowly, finger by finger, her grip on his wrist loosened. She turned her head slightly to the side, exposing the pulsing artery at her neck.

Garrison took a deep breath. His left hand gently pressed against the side of her neck, his thumb pulling the skin taut. With steady precision, he aligned the needle with her carotid artery and slid it in.

The pale blue liquid was slowly pushed into her bloodstream. Her body gave a faint tremble against his arm before she slowly, gradually, went limp.