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Gemma wasn't a religious person but every time that her feet touched the ground after flying anywhere with Jaime she could almost thank a higher being from how grateful she was being able to stand on the ground again. But her relief was brief because the second her feet touched the sidewalk outside of the Ivo Tech building Gemma ran inside.
"Wow." Jaime muttered once they stepped inside, there was a second where Gemma froze at the scene in front of her. She had taken the time to get to know most of the security team, knew about some of their personal lives. On the nights where she worked all through the night she bought them all pizza and coffee to help them get through the night.
Gemma couldn't help but be grateful that Javier wasn't working tonight. He had hired all of the security personnel himself when he took control of the security of the building. Javier was undoubtedly on his way now if his alarm had woken him up.
"Get them to the hospital." Gemma told him quickly and luckily Jaime didn't waste anytime picking up the closest guard before flying off.
There was blood everywhere, it looked like a scene from a horror movie. But she masked her horror she looked at all the guards, there were at least ten of them most of them laying unconscious.
"Gemma."
The sound of her name caused her to turn and see Jim Harper kneeling on the ground in front of another guard pressing down on a wound on their stomach. Instinctively Gemma attempted to run over almost slipping on some blood in the process.
"Jim." Gemma said as she moved over to where he was pressing down on a stomach wound for a guard that she recognized as Alan. He was one of the oldest security guards, but he most kept to himself eve during company events. "Let me see."
Jim moved aside to slouching down against the desk in very obvious pain. From the way he was holding onto his side and from the sound of his breathing Gemma could only assume that he had some broken ribs. The wound was deep and all Gemma could do was press down on the wound to stop the blood flow, he would require obvious surgery and from the pool of blood surrounding him already he didn't have much time before his heart gave out.
