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"Quinn!" Hezekiah's furious yell reverberated through the walls, each knock against the door more urgent than the last. Yet Quinn remained deaf to the commotion, fully focused on transferring his blood into Belle's wound. 

Desperation coursed through him as he picked up her hand again. Still no pulse. His frustration mounted, his jaw tightening as he watched her life slipping away before his eyes. 

This time, he bit into his wrist with greater force, creating a deeper wound. Blood spilled freely as he pressed it against her neck once more, letting it seep into her injury. This method had been proven to counter wolfsbane in humans, why wasn't it working? 

Suddenly, her body temperature began to rise alarmingly. Panic gripped Quinn as he checked her over, searching for any hidden injuries, but found nothing. His brow furrowed in confusion and dread.