"She's latched on. Brace yourself. This might hurt," Sajja warns as he squats down and bashes Lundi's jaw with the butt of his pistol, breaking her jaw. He then grabs the hair she has left, releasing her bite from Naira. "Wai Nani," Sajja says in command as Lundi tries to grab for Naira.
"Yes, sir!" Wai Nani answers almost instantly as she pulls a sobbing Naira away from Lundi's reach. Sajja bear hugs Lundi from behind, pinning her arms to her side, and sticks his two fingers down her throat, causing her to vomit blackish-red blood. She falls to the ground, vomiting and clawing desperately at her throat. Reaching into his hoodie, he pulls out a red water bottle. He forcefully pulls Lundi's head back and squeezes the red liquid into Lundi's mouth. As soon as the first drops touch her tongue, she grabs the bottle and leaps away from everyone as she devours the contents of the bottle.
"Naira, your shoulder," Wai Nani says, clearly concerned, as she helps a crying Naira off the floor.
Kristian runs over and places his shirt on Naira's shoulder. "Here," he says, handing her a bottle of water.
"Alright, everyone," Sajja claps twice. "Times up. Get her to med-bay," he orders her training peers. "We'll be continuing class at 7:30 sharp tomorrow. I expect you all to be waiting in front of your rooms, prepared to start," he finishes as he makes his way to the bleachers.
"I'm gonna have to quarantine track and field. We've had a situation... Yes, it's Ayad," Sajja says into his earpiece.
"Come on," Wai Nani grunts as she lifts Naira over her shoulder, "let's get you checked up." Kristian follows the pair close behind, and when the doors to the med bay open, the three step aside as nurses run back and forth, talking to one another frantically while pushing gurneys that hold bloodied bodies. The smell of blood and alcohol in the air is strong, and the agony in the room is palpable. Kristian gags when he sees someone missing their arm and watches the nurses try their best to stop the bleeding as he lies there unresponsive.
"I wanna go home. I can't do it anymore," a man whimpers softly as he's wheeled toward a room toward the back.
"You can put me down now. I think I can walk," Naira chuckles, trying to loosen up the tension.
"You a hundred percent sure?" Wai Nani asks.
"Yup."
"Alright," she answers and carefully puts her down to her feet.
"Dude, where do we even go?" Naira asks, holding Kristian's blood-stained shirt to her shoulder.
Her eyes fly open as a man holding tears back walks past her into a room full of screaming people. "Shit," she says reflexively.
"I told her not to go! Please tell me she's going to be okay," a distraught woman pleads in anguish, looking through the glass window of one of the rooms where the screams emanate the loudest.
"We have a Wiccan en route right now. I can't make any promises, but I can assure you we've seen worse," a nurse attempts to calm the woman down while rubbing her back.
"I'm gonna be sick. Is this all from training?" Kristian asks no one in particular as he covers his mouth.
"No. Most of the wounded are here because of the missions. It's a shame, really, but nothing we haven't seen before," a doctor dressed in Intel Division attire says. "Come with me," she adds while guiding the three into a room, shutting the door behind her and effectively shielding the group from the screams.
"Just a normal day at SCU," the doctor chuckles to himself as he washes his hands, the blueish-white foam soap turning a dark red as he lathers his hands. "So, what can I do for you?" he asks between humming.
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Pondbell: Coldblooded (Ongoing)
Fantasy"If I'd just killed him when I first met him, if I had warned her just in time, how many lives would I have saved? How much heartache could have been prevented?" What would you do if you were living in a world where werewolves, vampires, elves, merf...
