Blood Hunters Page #5

If this baby is a gift,

it better come with

a f***ing return policy!

It's not a...

It's not a baby, exactly.

It's one of them, isn't it?

One of those creatures?

What did you do to me?

We can ease the pain,

but you're going to die.

"Die?"

That's not a gift.

Listen, I've been

working on a procedure.

It would've been against policy,

but there might be a chance.

Okay, so do it!

I need you to

take off your pants.

Better be the best

goddam intern that ever lived.

Well I'm the best goddamned

intern in this room,

so...

How 'bout that?

Oh god.

Okay, we need to

prepare for a c-section.

Henry, write this down.

There's a dispensary

down the hall, okay?

There's three vials.

For her pain, we need

the one labeled "h4x5,"

and I wanna try

two experimental drugs,

"h9d13" and, um, "c7x11."

All of the mothers

died in birth.

Don't give her false hope.

That thing will kill

her for sure if we don't try.

She's in god's hands now.

No, she's in mine.

Please tell me

you're left-handed.

Hey, lady, you're

making the incisions.

What?

Henry, to get to

the dispensary...

Enough!

You want someone to cut into me?

Henry, Marion, come over here.

Hold out your hands.

Ah!

He's doing it.

No, I've never done

something like that before.

I can't...

Look at me...

Please!

The last time someone needed me,

it didn't work out so well.

Okay, well, now's your chance

to make up for it.

I...

"can."

"I can."

That's the only answer.

I can.

Good.

Marion, you're

grabbing the drugs.

Oh, now you trust me?

No.

But I need you.

Okay, father Stewart can

take us to the dispensary.

My job is here with god.

Well, god called.

He told you to

keep me company...

And this.

Sh*t.

What's that?

I'm looking for a keycard

with a level-a clearance.

It'll get us through

the front gates.

Only five people

down here had one.

Well...

This is about to get

very personal very quickly.

Yeah.

I won't make any jokes.

I promise.

We don't even

need to say anything.

Who's hunter?

Not even 30 seconds of silence.

I'm nervous, okay?

I write copy all day.

I don't cut into people.

Ah, hunter is...

my dog.

Mm.

You got your dog's name

tattooed on your wrist?

Did you do that yourself?

Car accident.

Okay, so which one of us is

gonna tell the truth first?

Hunter's my son.

What about those?

I answered your question.

Scars?

I told you, car accident.

I was driving too fast

down the road...

Bullshit.

What's the truth?

I was running

away from something

and I couldn't get

far enough away.

What were you running from?

Hunter doesn't know

about the drugs.

I can't let him find out.

You shoulda let me tell

that car accident story.

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