The Last of Us

Chapter Three: Cole

Cole's point of view:

"It's not her,'' I heard Damien spitting out every word.

His voice was echoing throughout the room. A growl escaped his throat and before I could get a word in he continued on.

"We fucken watched her die,'' Damien said the venom in his voice made it clear how he felt at that moment.

The anger he felt at that moment was clouding his mind. I look down at the girl crumpled on the stone floor. Her white hair was knotted and damp with blood. Her once white dress was now torn covered with blood in certain parts and tears in placed the soft lace pattern showing bits of skin. I hear Lauren speak up first

"We found her locked in a cube heavily sedated when we raided the place," Lauren spoke, staring straight at me obviously concerned for the girl.

John glared at Lauren.

"We should just interrogate her like we did this one. It is obviously a trap. I mean the odds she made it after all these years are slim to none. The girl doesn't even have powers," He said in an annoyed tone.

All of a sudden I noticed Damien staring at the wall, his facial expression unreadable.

Just then I heard a soft voice speak up shakily

"Please help her," she begged "Please I'm a doctor she needs help".

My eyes moved to this woman and then to the crumpled body on the floor. I notice the pool of blood slowly spreading from her arm which was laid awkwardly under her. I couldn't help but feel my heart squeeze and panic rush through me. The resemblance between her and Lily was uncanny. A part of me wanted to believe this was her. I moved Damien out of the way and take my shirt off. I tear a strip making a tourniquet. I feel Damiens hand on my shoulder trying to pull me up.

"What the absolute fuck, does it matter dude?" He says annoyed.

"You would just let her bleed out here? Do you care that little? About anyone that doesn't concern you? Guess I'm not surprised considering everything," I say anger seeping through my words.

A low growl escapes his throat and I can feel the energy seeping from him.

"I'd check yourself before you shift Damien. Jack collect your son and goes," I hear my father's voice say as he makes his way to me.

I hear John grumble something under his breath as they leave. I look up to see Lauren shift uncomfortably.

"Lauren can untie her and bring her with us?" I nod towards the gray-haired woman as I scoop the unconscious body into my arms.

We rush to the infirmary and I set her on the closest table to the door. My father ties his hair back and starts pulling out various herbs.

"What blood type is she?," I demanded.

"Type O negative," She speaks quickly, helping me by applying pressure so I can get the blood.

Just then I hear a sob escape from the gray-haired woman's throat. Panic seeped through her voice as she began chest compressions.

"There's no pulse," she said quickly.

I felt my heart squeeze. I rush over telling her to move. I mumble a quick spell as I shock her chest. I feel my energy flow through her and press my ear to her chest. Nothing. I repeat again. I look up at the woman's tear-stained face. Then to my father, as another surge of energy left my body. Time seemed to flow slowly now. A frantic fear seemed to rush over me. I listened to her chest once again. Just when I start to pull away I hear something. A soft repetitive thud fills my ears as relief settles in. My dad pushes me over as the woman continues working.

"The names Jackson," My dad says preoccupied.

"Lisa," she says softly as he pressed the paste he'd just finished mixing on and she hooked up the blood bag.

I couldn't help but watch. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my thoughts as Lauren's hand finds my wrist. Her red eyes find mine worry and hunger clouding them.

I nod softly and whisper, "I'm okay you can go."

Before I can blink again she's gone. I sit in a chair by the head of the table and watch as they finish up. Just then Doc enters and whistles.

"Ah shit Lisa?," He says with a wide-eyed smile playing on his lips.

She looked at him shocked.

"Doc?" she exclaimed. My dad looked back and forth between the two.

"You know her?" my dad asked as Doc's eyes flashed from his usual dark golden brown to red then back as he processed the smell.

I've never seen anyone with as much self-control as this man but sure enough, Doc had it.

"This little lady is the same one I was telling you about. The one that helped me get out of that damned hell whole 10 years back. Guess I never knew why she stayed till today. Honestly thought she died," Doc said softly as if recalling a memory.

"Transferred," she spoke up, correcting him, her face tensing at the memory.

I knew immediately what he was talking about. Doc had been one of the few captured to escape after that raid ten years ago which killed Lily and her parents.

'She's really gone. We saw her. I saw her. The ones that were captured were long dead. Doc verified that' I thought to myself.

Doc was studying the girl on the bed, his interest peaked.

"This is your daughter?," He asked slowly like he was trying to piece things together.

I knew he was reading her heartbeat.

"Yes,'' she says softly and he nods.

"Well Jackson I think we got ourselves two new additions to our little family," he said slowly as a mix of sadness and relief crossed over me.

I had thought that maybe just maybe this was Lily. How could it be her if this was her mother? Something in the back of my mind screamed. I stare at the sleeping girl's face. Color started to return slowly but her skin was still so pale. Bruises had already started forming on her neck and face. Both her arms were covered in gauze.

'What happened to her?' I asked myself.

As if Doc had read my mind he had suddenly called my name. He had been previously trying to reassure my father and her mother that she was in good hands. They were already leaving when he caught my attention. I paused till they were gone knowing how sound traveled in these old cave walls.

"Was she lying?" I asked him, waiting for a reaction.

"No," He spoke carefully, "but I do need to run some tests."

"What are you looking for?" he looks up from examining the wounds on her arm.

"Her breathing is off like she's not breathing correctly, but don't worry. Also, I have a feeling about something and I'm going to have to ask you to go behind the curtain so I can properly examine her," he says as he ushers me out.

For some reason, I don't want to leave her here even though I trust doc. I just can't shake the feeling of not wanting to leave her. So I don't. I stay with her.