Rise from the Ashes

Chapter 16: Visions

"I don't know what to tell you, Weaver," Hill mumbled, sitting beside Emerald, who they managed to get into dry clothes before laying her in bed. "I've never seen anything like this."

"What's her temp?" Weaver wondered, leaning against the wall behind Hill.

"Temperature? Sir, she broke the terminator," Hill explained, turning in Em's desk chair to look at him. "I'd say she's had a heat stroke, but she doesn't match the symptoms. The best diagnosis I have is infection."

Hill pulled back Emerald's shirt just enough to expose the bandaged wound that stretched from her right side to the center of her chest cavity.

"There was a lot of pus when I drained it, so I stuck some ointment on it before wrapping it to kill any bacteria still growing," Hill clarified.

"Thank you," he sighed. "I really appreciate it."

"What are you going to do, Captain?" Hill wondered. "If she gets any worse, are you going to take her to a hospital?"

"So they can figure out what we know," he intervened. "I do that, and they'll lock her up. Not to mention they'll let Mike walk."

Weaver paced in a small circle with his knuckle to his forehead as though he was attempting to pound his thoughts straight.

"He killed almost 500 Inhumans, and no one cares. They care that he tortured and attempted to kill a Partial .. or supposed Partial," he continued.

"Still, I can only do so much," Hill added. "She may need more medical assistance if her temperature doesn't start to come down. Isn't one of her friends a nurse?"

"Lena, Kida's mother, she's a nurse but, does she know?" Weaver questioned. "Asking her only goes two ways, and none of them are good."

"You're being ridiculous."

"No, I'm cautious. If I ask Lena and she didn't know Emerald was Inhuman, she could get frightened and potentially leak it to the public. Or if she already knows, Lena could hide Emerald in some underground Inhuman hiding facility."

"Still sounds ridiculous, but I see your point," Hill groaned in frustration. "How long until Agent Coleman checks in?"

"A week," he replied, feeling his frown lines settle in.

"Then I'd pray that she gets better by then," Hill said, getting to her feet. "Keep her cold. Try to set her up to get her some water and keep that dog away from her wound."

Through the sturdy walls, they could hear Max's barks echo from the backyard. They weren't painfilled cries, more of a yelp that's heard when a parent is separated from their young.

"I'll try," Weaver slightly promised, waiting for a complaint from his neighbors.

"Wow, her phone is blowing up," Hill pointed out, grabbing the buzzing phone from the nightstand. "I thought the report said her phone was destroyed when she was captured."

"It was. I guess she had another," he justified remembering the slick rectangle falling from Emerald's pocket as he lifted her to her feet.

"Well, someone is clearly worried about her. I'd say they are the ones you want to talk to," Hill suggested placing the chirping phone in Weaver's hand. "Call me if you need anything else."

"Thank you again, Hill," Weaver repeated. "I owe you one."

"Coffee then," Hill decided. "On you, once everything has calmed down."

"Done," he agreed.

"Alright then, keep me updated," Hill smiled, throwing her black bag over her shoulder.