Angel With No Wings

Part 11

"Genji, look out!" She pushed him out of view of the arrow as it pierced her chest. She looked down, and saw red begin to envelop her dress. Her head felt dizzy, as the pain finally hit. Hanzo stood there, staring at her for a moment, and then ran away. Genji sprung back up and looked over to her. He saw the arrow through her chest. His heart filled with anger, with sadness, with resentment. This pain was unbearable.

She tried to utter a word but nothing came out. Her heart raced and she began to panic, but that only made the situation worse.

"Angela, don't worry, Everything will be ok. I'm here to help you, but you have to calm down, ok?" he tried to be reassuring. He noticed how quickly she was losing strength, so he took her head and laid her down. Angela looked up at him and into his eyes. The emerald green eyes were softened, as though he was trying to tell her that everything was going to be ok; but she knew there was fear behind those lying eyes. At that moment, she looked up at Genji, and he looked like an angel with no wings.

Genji scooped her up in his arms, trying to keep her as still as possible. His unhealed wounds opened up yet and began to bleed out. He couldn't tell what was her blood and what was his. All he knew was that he had to get her to a doctor.

The door swung open. The clinking glasses and friendly chatter halted as all of the guests got hold of the commotion.

"Dr. O'Deorain are you still here? We need a doctor!" Genji's shouts echoed through the room. The now sobered up doctor came forward, and the crowd stood still.

"What in god's name happened to her?" Moira desperately yelled out as Genji placed her down. Angela's parents came rushing forward. Moira waved Genji off.

"I need you to keep them back, they're too distressed." Genji met the Ziegler parents half way and blocked them off.

"She's unconscious, she's lost at least 3 pints of blood already." Moira called over Hana, who was tending to the guests at the time. "I need you to run to my guest room and bring me the large white tote bag." She handed her the key to the room. When the young girl ran off, Moira ripped the sleeve of her shirt off. She pressed down on the wound and very slowly pulled the arrow out, applying more pressure the farther out it was.

"What is going on?" Mr. Ziegler desperately tried to get past Genji. He, too, was confused, angry, and upset; but he needed to keep them from disturbing Moira's work.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ziegler, I can't let you pass. I'm scared too, but this is all in the right hands." Mr. Ziegler looked into Genji's eyes.
"I should have never invited you back. I knew it was a bad idea from the moment my wife mentioned the thought." Genji's anger had already been building. This was the wrong time to say such things to him. Genji shoved him back, and he fell to the floor. The crowd gasped. Mr. Morrison attempted leading them out, but to them, this was the opening performance of the finest show in Europe. Genji was surprised by his actions, and tried to help the man back up, but he refused. He got up, fixed his hair, and stormed out of the room, his wife obediently following behind.

Stalking in the background, lady Amelie tapped on the shoulder of the first footman, Gabriel. He nodded his head, and they left the room without a trace.

Hana returned with the bag, rushing over and placing it next to her.

"Ok, her chest cavity is filling up with blood. Give me the small tube and the jar of water." Hana grabbed the items from the bag. Moira took the girl's hand and put it on Angela's wound. "Apply the right amount of pressure, just like that." Moira then started putting together a make-shift thoracentesis and inserted it into her chest. Genji came rushing over.

"What can I do?" Moira stayed calm as she ordered them around.

"Elevate her above the heart. Grab a gauze pad and replace the blood soaked one Hana is using." Genji nodded his head as he anxiously completed the tasks. He could only think that this was what she saw when she found him. Laying in a pool of blood. He is going to kill Hanzo.
"Genji, I need you to calm down. If you don't, you'll only make the situation worse." Genji frantically nodded his head as he held hers in his lap, caressing her bloody hair. She was fading in and out of consciousness. Genji felt a tear fall from his cheek, and it hit Angela's forehead. He saw her pale hand shakily reach up to him and rub his forearm. She was trying to say something, but only a slight whisper came out.

"Why are you crying?" Genji smiled for Angela, although he was blinded by tears. He kissed her hand softly and laid it back down. She was so disoriented, she didn't even know she was bleeding out.

"I'm just so happy I can be with you again." He reassured her. The corners of her lips twitched up for a moment.

"You have the most beautiful eyes."