Murmurs of voices I couldn’t make out before are getting louder.
Wait—I know them.
“Pazessca, fight.”
“Malishka, please...”
“Nyx, I need you.”
Oh my God.
I turn towards the voices, wading through the fog I seem surrounded by to get to them.
Next thing I know, I’m falling—fast and hard.
Razor
I've been hanging back, letting the others be near Fiasca. While I keep an eye on Harris and Valley for my girl.
I can’t just watch from afar anymore, though.
Making it to Fiasca’s bedside, I elbow Synn out of the way.
“Brother, really?” Synn says, with surprise on his face.
“Sorry man, I need her, too.”
“Alright, of course.” Synn squeezes my shoulder as he passes me.
I grab Fiasca’s limp hand, willing life into her small body. “Fiasca, I need you. Please, come back to me—to us.”
She starts to stir, and I freak out in excitement. “Doc, she's moving!” I lean over to whisper directly into her ear. “Fiasca, come on back, we love you.”
The Doctor hurries over, checking Fiasca’s vitals. She's hooked up to an IV that’s feeding her blood and fluids, a heart monitor, and an oxygen detector.
The Doctor already checked her out thoroughly, finding the bullet lodged a half inch from her upper spine. He said if it had hit any closer, she would be paralyzed from the neck down. Hegot it out and stitched her up. She lost a lot of blood, but luckily, he had her blood type on hand already, in his office.
As for Harris, he got lucky. He was shot in the left side of his abdomen, and the bullet exited through the left side of his back. Nothing vital was hit. He didn’t need blood, but he is being given fluids after getting stitches, and is hooked up to the same type of machines as Fiasca.
His sister, Cynthia, refuses to leave his side. Purge has camped out next to him, keeping an eye on the unstable Cynthia, who is only lucid for moments at a time.
Everyone else is wearing holes in the floor, anxiety ripe throughout the room.
“She’s waking up,” Doc tells us. I whoop loudly and he warns, “Be careful, and don’t crowd her.”
I squeeze Fiasca’s hand, encouraging those gorgeous eyes to open. I lean in to kiss her cheek, and next thing I know, I’m being pushed aside by Trikk. The normally easygoing guy looks at me with death in his eyes.
“Whoa, man—it's all good.” Backing away, I allow him to be next to her.
I wait with bated breath to see how she is when those green eyes open.
Phoenyxx
I groan, an insanely bright light hurting my still-closed eyes. Voices break out around me.
“Bambi, open your eyes. Please, my baby.”
I slowly crack open my eyes, feeling pain all over. “Trikk? What’s going on? Where am I?”
