I Need a Medic
Jamison
Jamison shouted both in pain and rage as he drove GIsa's discarded sword through the creature's back and out of its stomach. It let out a guttural and choked noise as it clutched the tip of the sword protruding from itself. Its shrieks came out hushed as it garbled, falling to its knees.
The men thundered down the stairs surrounding the creature with weapons drawn, a few wielding various types of magic. Jamison had just enough strength to make his way over to Gisa, collapsed in a heap on the floor. "No, no, no…" Jamison whispered as he turned her over on her back. He pulled back in horror. Her face… she was bleeding freely from her nose and a gash on her forehead. Bruises littered her face. Her lip had a deep cut, swelling already. But from the holes where its fist met her left cheekbone...
Each hole was through almost to the bone, blood slowly trickling. But what concerned him more was how pale and gray the skin around them was. The same with her wrist where it had dug its claws into her. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes closed as she lay limp.
Her left leg looked twisted. Her clothing was ripped in places, all bleeding profusely. He almost wanted to throw up as he saw the creature's other worldly blood splattered all over her.
She suddenly coughed, which turned into a choking, he froze as blood began to bubble from her mouth… her neck. A shard from the chandelier...
"I need a medic! Someone!" Jamison shouted. "She's barely breathing!"
Michael and a few others were at his side in an instant. Two of them lifted her swiftly, running outside to where a few vehicles were idling. Jamison watched her go blankly. her arm fell from where it had been on her chest, dangling limply. Another followed, shouting instructions into a black device.
His chest felt hollow as he watched her leave. Somehow in their last two months here, they had grown to be quite good friends. She was someone that he really admired, and they enjoyed irritating each other. His mind flashed back to her coughing, blood, her blood, spilling from her chin. Who could survive something like this?
"What was that…?" Michael breathed, turning from where Gisa disappeared to where the monster was being contained in shackles, wings strapped to its back with cords. The sword was still in its abdomen. Even with that, the creature was not making its capture easy for them.
Jamison breathed out heavily. And though he knew exactly what it was… "I don't know."
Emma and Ron walked over. "Is she going to be okay?" Emma asked, gripping her left wrist with her right hand. She looked ready to faint. She was so pale, her eyes wide, steps unsteady.
Jamison shook his head. "I don't know." He looked over to where Ron stared at nothing. Normally he would have tried to shake him out of the trance, but for some reason, he couldn't bear to see Ron fully aware. Not right now. He had a few bruises on his face and neck from his fall down the staircase, but he didn't acknowledge them.
"Michael, where is she headed?" Emma asked, her voice low, wavering. Jamison grabbed one of her hands and gave it a squeeze. He could feel her racing heartbeat through her palm. His own was quite similar in pace.
"Probably the intensive care unit in the hospital. She looked… not good." Michael said, not meeting Emma's eyes.
Her face crumpled, and Jamison caught her before she could fall. He wrapped his arms around her as she began to cry. "She's got to make it. This wasn't the plan" she sobbed. Jamison felt the tears coming to his own eyes. If this had happened to his own brother… This much emotion… he took a steadying breath as Emma continued to tearfully lean on him. Jamison shot a look at Michael who winced. Prince or not, his delivery of words needed work.
The three followed Michael into one of the vehicles. Jamsion helped Emma in. Before he could climb in himself, the creature was wrestled by, thrashing despite the sword. When it passed by, it smirked at him, "Time is… time is ticking," it gasped out with a choking laugh.
The blood bond in Jamison's mind roiled, attracted to the shape shifting minion. One of Audenzitios's minions. On the inside… he climbed into the car, the blond purring taunts and insults in his head, spurred on by the fight before. It slammed against his mind, making him wince. He jumped into the car, as it sped far away from the minion who stared after them.
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait. I don't have any more information on Gisa. You're welcome to wait in the lobby. We have a cafeteria if you haven't had dinner yet." The hospital receptionist said for the tenth time.
Jamison's shoulders sagged. "Is she alive?" He asked, leaning on the counter.
"I'm sorry sir, I have no new updates from when she first came in." She did sound and look truly apologetic. Jamison was too tired to get into a fight with anyone, so he returned back to the three others and Michael's personal guards.
"Why don't we head down to the cafeteria and grab dinner?" Ron suggested. The first words he'd said since the whole ordeal.
Nobody said anything, following Ron soundlessly down the hallway where the signs pointed them. A distraction would help, right? If they sat there pondering the fate of their friend, going over the extent of their injuries. Jamison wondered if they would bring out a magical healer. If she was deemed worth it. He sighed.
The sterile halls opened into a wide dining hall with a few food options. They wandered into the almost empty room. People tried not to stare as they walked by. How many people had heard of this? He knew the school was in a lockdown before the event, a tip that something was going wrong. Were they still? How would they deem that the threat had ended?
He dumbly accepted food from one of the women behind the counter, nodding his absent thanks. He sighed heavily, following Emma to a table on the opposite side of the room. She sat down, pushing her tray forward and pulling out a notepad and pencil.
"Emma, what are you doing?" Jamison asked skeptically as he shoveled food into his mouth. He was famished. Maybe he was making things worse by not having eaten since before noon. Hunger hallucinations? Did those exist?
"I'm writing to Camden." She said, setting her pencil down, her bright eyes meeting his. He nodded a few times, Ron tilting his eyes downward.
"Who's Camden?" Michael asked, looking at their faces. "Is he—?"
"They're… they're deeply in love." Emma said after a moment. She sighed. "They always said no promises, but I've never seen two people look at each other like that. The way they work together, and just be together is something that doesn't come around often." her voice turned soft, "I wonder if many people ever have that sometimes…"