Everyone finally heard the dull thud of the helicopter's rotors in the distance, growing louder as it approached. It touched down on the helipad at the bow of the ship, and the others carefully placed Trinity on a stretcher.

Jared arrived at the last moment, and they both boarded the helicopter.

Inside, Atlas arranged for a doctor and explained that there were signs of poisoning. They were already prepared for emergency treatment.

I watched as Trinity's complexion grew worse. "Trinity, wake up, don't sleep. Stay awake. When you wake up, we'll be friends, the best kind! I was wrong. My perception of you was truly wrong! Wake up!"

At that moment, I was petrified. I was afraid something might happen to Trinity.

She sacrificed herself for me, didn't she? Was the blade poisoned? Why were they treating me like this? Why were they so determined to see me dead?

Jared's expression wasn't much better. He held Trinity's hand tightly, offering only a simple, "Hang in there!"

The helicopte