commander

sofa

Torra

As the man's body dropped, I went down to check Nala's pulse, recovering nicely, it was safe to leave her for a minute or two. I ran to my family, flipping the guard with the keys. I looked for a few minutes, each pocket checked twice, and not a single key. I ran into the house, my brothers and sisters probably annoyed by me. I looked through Kyle's toolbox, finding a hammer. Running back out, Lucas held out his wrists and I smashed the shackles, which were made horribly.

"Good gosh." My mother breathed out surprised. "We should get the Commander inside." Mom struggled up and walked over to Nala, rummaging through her clothes. I freed the rest of my siblings from the cheap shackles and joined my mother. "She didn't have a single weapon."

"That was amazing." Andrea said in complete shock. She must've missed both Elliot and the Committee's death otherwise Andrea wouldn't be half as surprised.

"Kyle. Torra. Lift her and take her to the sofa." Andrea bossed.

"So polite." Mom scolded.

"Please." Andrea corrected. Kyle and I grabbed Nala under her back and legs while Olivia kept her head from rolling around too much. "Shouldn't we just take her to the infirmary in Lanca? They're bound to be better than us." Andrea complained.

"I worked for years in that infirmary. We're fine." Mom assured with a lot of annoyance. Kyle and I passed through the door difficultly but put Nala down on the couch, which was really just a glorified mattress in a long wooden frame with a lot of pillows. Kyle and I set her down as gently as possible but her head shook around, definitely uncomfortable aside from the fact she was almost choked to death.

I grabbed her hands, checking her knuckles, which were split horribly. Andrea already started carrying the bag with Mom's bandages and other medical junk. Mom passed me the bandages as she saw me inspecting the splits, and I wrapped her knuckles carefully. After safety-pinning the bandages still, I went to work with Mom. Andrea and Olivia started on soup, mincing vegetables loudly in the kitchen.

"She'll be fine, right?" Kyle asked upsettedly.

"Why do you care?" Andrea shouted from the kitchen.

"If she dies on our property we are all sentenced to death, and it won't be quick." Kyle pointed out.

"Well, then, she won't die on our property. Simple as that." Mom shrugged while sorting through miscellaneous vials in her bag. After grabbed a long flat stick, Mom opened nala's mouth and shoved it down her throat. "No gag reflex?" Mom questioned. Kyle smiled and lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

"She's a Blake. Genetic modification. Maybe she just doesn't have one." I told.

"Then she would have choked a long time ago." Rhonda interrupted, surprising us all coming home early from school. Max and Vicki followed her through the door, all three expressions entirely shocked by the unconscious girl on our couch.

"My god did you kill someone?" Vicki yelled. Whipping her hair around unnecessarily often, Vicki tied up her hair and helped our mom. After two years of apprenticeship in allied Valleyclan, Vicki better know what she's doing. I had to make three extra cotton deliveries for just the first four months.

"Well, what happened?" Max asked stupidly.

"Judging by the bruise on her neck, she was probably choked." Rhonda told.

"Thanks. I think we all noticed her considerably purple skin." I sarcstically commented. The entire room went silent, except for Nala's loud and labored breaths.

"My God." Mom must have been surprised by the awful rasp in her breath.

"This shouldn't happen for another day." Vicki pointed out.