Fallen (Undergoing editing)

Chapter eight:

Filled with wounded and some dead angels, Oura was in worse shape than back down on the streets. There was hardly anywhere to land with all the panicked people and Guardians flitting about trying to calm people. Enrique landed with me and looked around almost worriedly.

"It's a mad house," I said taking in the chaos before gasping in pain as someone stumbled against my sore leg.

Enrique's jaw clenched as he looked over to Thor who stayed by our side. "Take her to the hospital wing; I need to get people settled."

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine," I argued wriggling out of his arms and forced both my legs on to the ground with a pain filled crunch as I straightened both my legs.

"But your bite-"

"It can wait, we need to help these people first," I argued through the pain.

Enrique's brooding eyes flitted to my bleeding ankle then back to me again. "Get the wounded help, the families together and count for all the lost and send suited Guardians to recover the bodies."

I nodded without protest and looked to Thor who said nothing as well, just a small curt nod of his head that showed he was ready. He then joined me as we began to move through the crowd.

The hospital wing was filled with bleeding, crying, scattered angels, so full, people flooded out into the hall, bleeding and moaning. Gwen had helped the nurses' bandage, clean and stitch up wounds, sending everyone who was okay to walk out, making room for more that surged in.

"This is ridiculous," I said to Thor as we continued to weave through the mass of people, searching for any other bleeding people who needed medical attention. "Oura can't hold this many people."

Thor snorted, tripping over someone's toe and quickly mumbled an apology. "With what's happened, we're lucky there was an Oura to run to."

I nodded in agreement and looked up to find Enrique waving both me and Thor over.

"C'mon, let's go, looks like he needs us," I said leaping up and flapped my wings carefully, trying not to hit anybody.

Thor nodded and we both flew up above the crowd and over to Enrique who stood near a quiet unpopulated corner with Sonya at his side. Her wings were splattered with blood, both angel and demon, but her face was stony like always.

"How are the people?" Enrique asked, eyes quickly going over to the crowd.

Thor shrugged. "Only thirty dead, and around a hundred badly wounded, the rest just scared."

Enrique sighed and raked his fingers over his face that seemed to be drained of exhaustion. Looking up to the skylights, dawn was just beginning to break through. We'd worked right solid through the night.