“Her leg,” Lion said softly.
“Broken,” he said simply.
“Why the hell would they do that to her?” Blade raged.
“Probably something to do with whatever her enhanced skill is,” he replied as he began to run his hands up and down her body, avoiding her broken leg, to check for any other injuries he needed to be concerned about.
“We have a problem,” Dragon announced.
“What?” Steel demanded.
“Someone just started a fire.”
January 20th
11:18 P.M.
Something warm tickledinside her.
Weird feeling.
Like a tentacle of something she couldn’t describe curling around her injuries and soothing them somehow.
Healing them?
No, that couldn’t be right.
Wasn't even possible.
Yet the warmth was pleasant, kind of like how Indigo would imagine it felt to be wrapped up in a sunbeam.
“We have to get out of here,” a voice spoke. A male voice, but one she didn't recognize, and she was pretty good at remembering voices.
“Wait. I have to make sure moving her isn’t going to do more damage,” another man spoke. This one was closer, and as she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized that he was the source of the odd feeling, and he was touching her.
No one touched her.
At least without her express permission, and that was rare. Even her ex-husband had known better than to casually put his hands on her. She wasn't a normal woman. When you lived through almost an entire lifetime of people hurting you, you learned pretty quickly that it was better to be safe than sorry, and she’d learned to accept herself the way she was.
Now someone was touching her.
Someone she didn't know, had never seen, and had no idea of their intentions.
Unacceptable.
Didn't matter that she was weak, that infection had stolen most of her strength, and that her entire body felt heavy, she had to fight.
Had to try to save herself.
Summoning the last of her reserves, Indigo opened her eyes to find not one, not two, but six large men, dressed all in black, gathered around her.
If she had any energy left to panic, she would, but given that she didn't, she just jerked her body out of the hold of the man kneeling at her side. Well, she tried to. But as she tried to pull away, his hold tightened, not enough to hurt, or maybe it was, and she just didn't register it, but she sensed he was doing his best not to hurt her.
“Shh, honey, don’t panic, everything is okay now,” he said, his voice soothing, calming, comforting in a way she never would have expected.
No one made her feel the way this man did, and she didn't even know who he was.
“We’re going to get you out of here,” another man spoke, the one she’d heard first. He was standing beside the kneeling man, and he had an air of authority about him that told her he was the one in charge.
