Critical State For The Minotaur

Chapter 196: Critical State For The Minotaur 

April felt like she was the one who had to step in and save her horny friend. 

He was still in a critical state. He had been transported into the medical room of the Autumn Tower. The one that looked like a morgue. September and April were able to take the beast back to the tower over the night. It took them everything, but they were able to use September's flying broomstick to carry the Minotaur. The witch had to improvise a bit and to cast a spell to alter the shape of the magical piece of wood. It went from a stick to some kind of moving table. It wasn't exactly the best, and Junk was often too heavy for the broomstick or table, and the girls had to push him with their hands. Or their big tits. Whichever worked the best at any given time. 

The point was, the ladies were able to bring him back home. But the Minotaur came across as worse than he was when they first began bringing him back home. He was barely breathing when he was placed on the operation table in the morgue-like, medical chamber. 

"His breathing is slowing down quite a bit, if we don't do anything now, we are going to lose him…" September mentioned.

"We can't have that happen. We got to do something for him. You don't have a spell that could make him feel better and buy us more time?" April questioned her. The two girls were standing on each side of him. September and April took the time to undress him after placing it on the table with the help of one of the witch's spells to make them strong enough, even if it was only for two seconds, they could just pick him up to have him on the table. Without his armor on, perhaps they would be able to see how to help him better. Perhaps there was something that they could see that they couldn't before with his armor on. Perhaps… As a matter of fact, the pair of girls were able to see that there was a huge scar in the chest of the young man. The scar was still fresh, even if it took them hours to make it back to the tower. The scar was pulsating with electricity. 

"Holy! Look at this scar! Is that electricity coming out of it?" April shouted, asking September about the electric scar on his chest.

"That must be why he is unconscious…" she mentioned.

"But that's not possible. Look at his armor. He doesn't have a scar on it. Yet, he is wounded on his chest. It's so strange," she said.

"You're right. I can only think of someone such as Lord Monsoon to be able to perform something like this. The sneaky bastard. He didn't want us to know that he wounded him. When the lightning ropes, which were holding me in the air vanished, the swine was probably able to leave a mark on him, but under his armor. Just to make sure we wouldn't see it or know about it before it was too late. He actually wanted us to waste time," September hated the swine monster even more. She couldn't stand him. She thought Junk was only unconscious because of the fall, but no, it was something much, much worse than that. They had wasted so much time already.

"Sept. What are you saying? You are speaking as if it was all too late. We can still save him, right?" April questioned her.

"I can attempt to stabilize him, but I can not promise anything. As I said to you, countless times, I am not a healer, April. I don't possess any healing qualities in me. I am more of a destructor and pyromancer than anything else. However, you can do it. You are from the Spring Tribe. You have healing properties and magic in your elvish family tree. You always knew you could do it. And now is the time to prove that you can do it once and for all. You can help bring Junk back from the dead because that's exactly what is going to happen to him if we don't do something now. He is going to die if we don't act now, April," September explained to him, shutting her eyes and casting a spell on the young man. She did everything she could to buy them sometime, but it wasn't going to be working for too long. "There, I was able to stabilize his heart a bit and to buy him a bit more time, but it's not going to do much if we don't do something. The electric scar he has is splitting the time he has in half," she said.

"I understand that, Sept, but I was never good at healing spells. Hell, I was never any good at casting spells in general. What makes you think that I can do anything? We have to think of something else. We have to figure something out. There must be a grimoire in the tower with an old enchantment of sorts that could get him out of this situation. There must be something!" she screamed.

"Maybe. I am not certain. I don't think so, but it's worth a shot to look, but as I told you billions of times, you have it in you, April. You can do it. You were taught and bred to become a decent healer. You only have to believe in yourself!" September encouraged her as best as she could, as she was still stabilizing him. 

"Believing in ourselves is… Kind of boring…" A third voice was heard in the room. Or rather, on the edge of the medical room.

"That voice…" September whispered to herself. That voice. She recognized that voice. She was shocked to hear it here. It was the voice of another witch: Agatha. September and April both turned their heads to the source of the voice at the entrance of the medical chamber and witnessed her slowly stepping inside with them. 

"Agatha?" April shouted her name, surprised to see her.

"What are you doing here?" September asked her.

"Yeah. Junk and I forgot to tell you… We didn't have any time… She invaded the tower while you were gone… It was some kind of diversion to prevent us from coming to help you… We locked her up, but it looked like… Looks like she was able to…" April explained… 

"Looks like the bitch was able to get out of jail," Agatha interrupted her.