She was fleeing the scene of combat as fast as her click-clack heels could hit the pavement. Virgo, secure in her arms, was bleeding like the proverbial stuck pig, and it was making Jada nauseated. She'd stopped hearing the rape whistle a few moments before. Hematite and Nealite, if they were following her, would need to be moving fast; Scylla had sprinted, flung herself forward as fast as she could force herself.
She could run a mile in under 4 minutes as a senshi. Now she was sprinting. Please let Merope have gotten away. She'd feel bad about that if he hadn't.
She looked down at the girl in her arms. It wasn't Virgo held there any longer, it was someone even smaller, in her eyes. She looked familiar, but the girl was dressed in a pair of blue buttoned pajamas and a coat. There were no holes in the clothes, how could she explain this? She didn't have time to stop and get a pair of scissors to try and cut the coat and pajamas.
The hospital was in her sights. She sprang forward faster now, skidding to a halt as she almost crashed into the ER doors.
No time to de-henshin. She pushed through, straight to the counter, shoving someone on crutches off balance with Elke's legs. “She's dying.” she managed to get out. The two of them were covered in blood that was too bright to be good. Something inside the wounded girl was ruptured, badly broken. A stranger, not a doctor the clothes weren't right not a doctor where is a doctor!, tried to take Virgo out of Scylla's arms and she snarled; Someone in green scrubs with a mask on and gloves managed to pull her. “She was... She was stabbed.”
“What is her name? How old is she? Who did it, did you see? Call the police? Is she a senshi, mama? Oh god, this is the girl from a few weeks ago. Sit down. She's in shock.” Voices whirled around Jada and she didn't listen to any of them. She focused on one thing. Staying henshined, and staying with Virgo. “We need a name. An age. Insurance?”
“Save her.” Scylla repeated, eyes focusing on the woman who had mentioned insurance with an unnatural fixation. “Don't worry about your money, you'll get it.” No worries there. “I don't know her name. Age, umm... 16?” It was obviously a guess.
“How did you fin-”
“STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS!” it came out a shriek.
“Shut her up or get her out of here!” a doctor snarled, and they were doing things to Virgo, hooking her to machines. IV's and a breathing tube (oh god, a breathing tube, was she too late? Had she moved too slow? No!) Another doctor grabbed Scylla by the arms, pulling her to face away from Virgo on the table. “We need to know what happened, or we can't save her.”
“Hematite.” she whispered dully. How could she explain? Doctors looked at each other. “She was stabbed." she said again, as though it explained everything. "I... I have blood. I need it off.” she said finally. She was taken to a bathroom. It took towels and lots of water to clean her arms, legs, even her face. By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, there were police officers.
They recognized her, from the night with Lisa and Vivian, the weird girl who cosplayed. Where had she found this one? Why was she so frantic, did she know her? What was her name? God, the rundown was something insane. “I don't know!” she cried. She would have to go down to the station, they needed questions, and they needed a record. “Do it here!”
The doctors wanted to sedate her, she begged them not to. Don't knock her out, she'd be quiet, she'd be good, but she needed to stay. She paced the ER for almost three hours, until a doctor came out. They'd saved the girl, and since no one knew her family yet, Scylla was allowed to be at her side. That decision had been gained by threat and tears and attempted bribery.
No one wanted her in there. But once she'd put on a hospital gown over her blood-covered fuku, they couldn't complain.
She was exhausted, using sugar and coffee to keep herself as Scylla. She couldn't leave until... Couldn't... leave...
The world spun, and Jada was exhausted. She couldn't keep it up. It was 4am. The doctors were told she would be back the next day; she got a pass. She made it onto Crystal grounds, made it into her bed and passed out in her bloody clothing, her window still open to the night air. It was 4:30am.
At 8am, Scylla was back in the hospital, waiting for the girl to wake up. Virgo was out of ICU for now, had her own white room with annoyingly yellow curtains that were so faded they looked to be only a dirty, stained white. The couch was hard, the chairs were worse. The breathing machine was gone, but the sound of beeping was a rhythm that annoyed the hell out of her.
Still, she waited.
She could run a mile in under 4 minutes as a senshi. Now she was sprinting. Please let Merope have gotten away. She'd feel bad about that if he hadn't.
She looked down at the girl in her arms. It wasn't Virgo held there any longer, it was someone even smaller, in her eyes. She looked familiar, but the girl was dressed in a pair of blue buttoned pajamas and a coat. There were no holes in the clothes, how could she explain this? She didn't have time to stop and get a pair of scissors to try and cut the coat and pajamas.
The hospital was in her sights. She sprang forward faster now, skidding to a halt as she almost crashed into the ER doors.
No time to de-henshin. She pushed through, straight to the counter, shoving someone on crutches off balance with Elke's legs. “She's dying.” she managed to get out. The two of them were covered in blood that was too bright to be good. Something inside the wounded girl was ruptured, badly broken. A stranger, not a doctor the clothes weren't right not a doctor where is a doctor!, tried to take Virgo out of Scylla's arms and she snarled; Someone in green scrubs with a mask on and gloves managed to pull her. “She was... She was stabbed.”
“What is her name? How old is she? Who did it, did you see? Call the police? Is she a senshi, mama? Oh god, this is the girl from a few weeks ago. Sit down. She's in shock.” Voices whirled around Jada and she didn't listen to any of them. She focused on one thing. Staying henshined, and staying with Virgo. “We need a name. An age. Insurance?”
“Save her.” Scylla repeated, eyes focusing on the woman who had mentioned insurance with an unnatural fixation. “Don't worry about your money, you'll get it.” No worries there. “I don't know her name. Age, umm... 16?” It was obviously a guess.
“How did you fin-”
“STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS!” it came out a shriek.
“Shut her up or get her out of here!” a doctor snarled, and they were doing things to Virgo, hooking her to machines. IV's and a breathing tube (oh god, a breathing tube, was she too late? Had she moved too slow? No!) Another doctor grabbed Scylla by the arms, pulling her to face away from Virgo on the table. “We need to know what happened, or we can't save her.”
“Hematite.” she whispered dully. How could she explain? Doctors looked at each other. “She was stabbed." she said again, as though it explained everything. "I... I have blood. I need it off.” she said finally. She was taken to a bathroom. It took towels and lots of water to clean her arms, legs, even her face. By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, there were police officers.
They recognized her, from the night with Lisa and Vivian, the weird girl who cosplayed. Where had she found this one? Why was she so frantic, did she know her? What was her name? God, the rundown was something insane. “I don't know!” she cried. She would have to go down to the station, they needed questions, and they needed a record. “Do it here!”
The doctors wanted to sedate her, she begged them not to. Don't knock her out, she'd be quiet, she'd be good, but she needed to stay. She paced the ER for almost three hours, until a doctor came out. They'd saved the girl, and since no one knew her family yet, Scylla was allowed to be at her side. That decision had been gained by threat and tears and attempted bribery.
No one wanted her in there. But once she'd put on a hospital gown over her blood-covered fuku, they couldn't complain.
She was exhausted, using sugar and coffee to keep herself as Scylla. She couldn't leave until... Couldn't... leave...
The world spun, and Jada was exhausted. She couldn't keep it up. It was 4am. The doctors were told she would be back the next day; she got a pass. She made it onto Crystal grounds, made it into her bed and passed out in her bloody clothing, her window still open to the night air. It was 4:30am.
At 8am, Scylla was back in the hospital, waiting for the girl to wake up. Virgo was out of ICU for now, had her own white room with annoyingly yellow curtains that were so faded they looked to be only a dirty, stained white. The couch was hard, the chairs were worse. The breathing machine was gone, but the sound of beeping was a rhythm that annoyed the hell out of her.
Still, she waited.
