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"Again!" screamed a voice I vaguely recognized.
Something cold and metallic pressed to my chest.
"Clear!" shouted the voice.
A lightning bolt hit my chest, an agonizing ribbon of silver power that bent my body into a bow. I started screaming, and before my hips had come down, I shouted, "Hexus!" spewing out power into the air.
Someone shouted and someone else cursed, and sparks exploded all around me, including from the lightbulb above, which seemed to overload and shatter into powder.
The room was dark and quiet for a few seconds.
"D-did we lose him?" asked a steady, elderly man's voice. Forthill.
"Oh, God," said Molly's quavering voice. "H-Harry?"
"I'm fine," I said. My throat felt raw. "What the hell are you doing to me?"
"Y-your heart stopped . . ." said a third voice, the familiar one.
I felt my chest and found nothing there, or around my neck. My fingers quested out and touched the bed and the backboard beneath me, and found my necklace there, the ruby still fixed in place by an ugly glob of rubber. I gripped the chain and slipped a little of my will into it, and cold blue light filled the room.
". . . so I did what any good mortician would," Butters continued. "Hit you with a bolt of lightning and tried to reanimate you." He held up two shock paddles, whose wires had evidently been melted right off them. They weren't attached to anything now. He was a wiry little guy in hospital scrubs with a shock of black hair, narrow shoulders, and a thin, restless body. He held up his hands and mimed employing the shock paddles. Then he said, in a goofy voice that was probably meant to sound hollow, "It's alive. Alliiiiiivve." After a beat he added, "You're welcome."


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