"What is your name?" someone shouts loudly. "Can you even hear me? What is your name? Who gave you this phone?"

I try to respond but nothing more than a blood filled gurgle comes out.

The stranger, a rough looking guy with freakishly dark eyes and a British accent, helps me turn my head as I begin to choke. The taste of my own blood fills my mouth and I feel it begin to run down the side of my face. My lungs are on fire but, for now, I will take the fact that I am still alive as a good sign.

The stranger continues to ask questions but, in my current state, I am having a hard time paying attention. My mind is racing and I am trying to figure out exactly where I am. Exactly how I got here. I remember running from the house, trying to put as much distance between myself and that place as I could. The adrenaline had worn off a few miles out and I had begun to feel the extent of my injuries. After another mile it hurt to much to walk, run or even shuffle. I had resorted to laying down in some random patch of grass on the side of the road.

The phone Ash had given me had somehow managed to survive the entire encounter at the house. I'm not sure who I had called but someone had answered. Could have been Ash. Could have been Dominoes. All I know is I managed to yelp out "help me" before dropping the phone and deciding to take a nap. And by nap I mean passing out from a combination of pain and blood loss.

I am not sure how long I was out but, when I opened my eyes again, I was here with the Brit hovering over me. Also it seems like he was able to move me off the side of the road to some cold warehouse.

"Where is she?" a different, angrier voice growls as I hear the sound of metal doors being flung open. "Where is she? Holy fuck, what the hell happened to her?"

The closer the voice get the dumber I begin to feel for not recognizing it immediately. Then again, I am half dead, so I will cut myself a break.

Ash leans over me and I feel the bottom of my shirt being lifted up. He must be inspecting the cut because I feel a sharp pressure in my chest. It doesn't hurt, which is a bad sign, as much as it feels extremely uncomfortable.

"Has she tried to heal?" Ash questions the Brit.

"Has she tried to what?" The Brit responds. "You have got to be kidding me! This is not what we agreed on when you called in that favor. Tell me I am overreacting. Tell me I am jumping to unnecessary conclusions. Tell me this is not who I think it is."

Ash shoots a frantic look towards his friend before focusing his eyes back on my wound. He chews his bottom lip nervously.

"Ash, tell me this isn't the-"

"Shut up Raph!" Ash yells so deeply that I am half certain the walls of the building actually shake. "She should have healed already. Why isn't she healing?"

The two of them are now hovering over me, the look of concern on their faces are almost identical. I feel like I should be concerned, worried or anything at all but instead I find myself just getting sleepier. Also, I may or may not have resigned myself to death while laying on that grass. Why start worrying now?

Raph presses his fingers to his temples, moving them in small circles as he begins to mumble to himself. He is talking so fast I don't even attempt to try and translate his words.

"Carissimi mei veloces opus. Dimittite peccatum mihi non possum non committo." He repeats the words over and over.

He stops, eyes snapping open to lock onto mine. I hear the sound of fabric ripping as he tears my shirt down the middle.

"I am so sorry," he whispers.

Pain slams into me, so sudden and so intense that I am unable to control my arms are they scramble towards the sight of the cut. My legs kick in an attempt to either get him to move or to get me the hell off this table.

I begin to scream and Raph clamps his hand over my mouth. I bite down, the mixture of his blood and mine causes my stomach to turn.

Raph holds tight and my chest begins to feel as if he is pouring molten lava directly into it. Getting stabbed hurt. Being pulled from hurt. This...this level of pain is beyond anything I have ever felt.

I continue to struggle but now find myself unable to move. During my screaming fit Ash has moved into position, locking my arms down so that I can no longer claw at Raph.

"There's something in there," Raph grunts. "It's stopping her from healing. Lord, someone really did a number on her lungs. One has a huge hole in it and, the other, well its completely shredded. Ash, you need to get her to try and heal or else she's going to bleed out before I get this thing out of her."

"Makenna," he says so quietly I debate on whether or not he actually spoke. I can barely hear anything over my own screaming.

I decide to ignore him. I give up on the pointless struggle of moving my arms and focus on my still free legs. I kick, trying to connect with Raph long enough to knock him off of me. From this view I can clearly see Raph has almost his entire arm in my chest, which is probably why I feel like my insides are being ripped out slowly.

"Ash!" Raph orders. "Make her heal or she will die. There's a hunk chunk of knife lodges into her rib cage. I can't reach for it because my hand is now on her heart. I am currently the only thing keeping her heart beating. Either she heals and I pull the damn thing out or I let go and she bleeds to death. Take your pick."

Ash maneuvers himself around the table, keeping my arms pinned down with one hand while the other travels to my face. He now grips my chin tightly, forcing me to look up at him.

"I need you to pull from me," he demands. "I need you to stop struggling and heal yourself damnit."

I continue to ignore him, though it is getting harder now. The sleepiness is pulling at the small bit of energy I have left. I am losing whatever battle I have been fighting. The lava in my chest is so hot now I might actually burst into flames.

"God damnit Makenna!" Ash's voice booms. A pain shoots through my hand and I look up, finding that my index fingers is now bent at a strange angle. That asshole just broke my finger! What the hell?

I glare at him, the gurgling sound in my throat growing louder in a sad attempt to curse him out. He responds wordlessly, simply taking this exact moment to break yet another finger. My vision clears, now longer fuzzy at the ends. He breaks another and, with each snapping bone, my vision grows clearer.

I keep my eyes locked on him. I stare at him until his eyes are no longer just the cold green I am accustomed to. I study the subtle hints of brown. The notes of blue that fleck randomly across them. Like the sea on a stormy day. Dangerous yet beautiful. I focus on them until the gentle hum of his power begins to spread across my skin.

The pressure in my chest begins to soften. I turn my head, spitting out the blood that has been filling my mouth for hours. I cough the rest of it out. For the first time in hours, breathing no longer seems like a chore.

"Got it," Raph announces. He lets out an exhausted sigh and I hear the sound of metal hitting metal. I prop myself onto my elbows, looking down at the three inch chunk of blade he has just pulled out of my chest.

"Try not to move too much," Raph warns. "There is still a pretty big hole in your chest and your body is going to need some time to heal. You need to lay down and make sure you are healed before you try to do anything."

"Tha-"

The air is ripped from my lungs and I feel as if a weight has been dropped onto my chest. I am unable to finish my word before the smell of metal fills the room. I feel my skin grow wet and warm. The taste of blood once again fills my mouth. The molten lava feeling is back, ten times worse than it had been earlier. Gurgled sound rip from my throat and I begin to choke.

Ash pales, lunging towards me as I feel myself being to fall. He isn't quick enough and I land face first onto the cold linoleum floor. I feel my body begin to spasm as I continue to gasp for air.

"Get her back on the table," Raph orders.

The cold metal touches my back and I assume Ash has done as he was told. I can't tell at this point. My eyes refuse to open. Pain shoots through my head as I feel it slamming against the metal table. My body shakes viciously. I can't breathe.

"She's bleeding out," Raph worries aloud. "I...I don't know if I can fix it this time. There's something wrong. She should have been fine. She should be...."

His words fade out as I find myself able to pry my eyes open. Ash face comes into view. He runs bloodied fingers through his now messy hair. His palms light up and he shakes his head sadly.

"She is going to kick my ass for this."

That is the last thing I hear. The sad sound of his words, right before my body explodes into a million tiny pieces. Before the lava wins and I burst into flames. Before the world goes completely black.

^^Poor worried Ash^^

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