Chapter 214

The only sound cutting through the quiet night was the steady whir of the helicopter blades. Inside, silence hung in the air. Tristan and Megan stared at Karl, who looked like he could barely hang on. Megan tugged at the corner of her lips. "Is... is this for real?" Karl gave a faint smile. "You really trust a guy who's about to pass out?" Tristan's expression tightened. "I do. Karl, if getting rid of the parasite means losing you, then forget it. We're not doing that." Karl's voice was barely a whisper, like he was holding onto something through sheer will. "Since when did we become ride-or-die comrades?" Tristan answered seriously, "You're going to be my kid's godparent. Kinda need you around for that, yeah?" Karl felt his throat tighten with a metallic taste. He clapped a hand over his mouth—deep red slipped through his fingers, trailing down his wrist into his sleeve. Megan's brows drew together. "Tristan, you seriously pissed him into coughing blood." Tristan grumbled, "...Man's r