Desperate times call for unexpected loves (Melisha Tweedy x FemOC)

Chapter 24: Help me

That damn gravy was everywhere. My feet squelched with every timid step I took as my eyes desperately searched for an answer to that horrible question. It didn't take me long to find it. There she was, still stuck to that horrible machine. My hands went directly to my mouth and tears were already falling down my cheeks uncontrollably.

I stood paralyzed while my heart prayed for her to move, for him to stay alive, even though I knew it was practically impossible. I approached slowly, removing the remains of the machine that had ended up on top of her. A noise caught my attention, along with a movement of that body that seemed inert. It was not.

"Melisha..." I said with a sigh of relief, throwing myself to the ground, grabbing her gently. She was alive, she moved. My face broke into an inevitable smile.

It was almost a miracle. That explosion was terrible but surely being still stuck in its valve saved her life.

"Oh, my God, can you hear me?" I said desperately, resting her body on my lap, hugging her lovingly. "Wait, I'm going, I'm going to take you out."

With my hands under her arms, I made a small effort to remove her body from that metal trap. She was weak, on the verge of fainting, or worse. But she was alive, not even something so terrible could take her. I started to think that maybe it was a dream, it seemed absurd to me, incredible.

"Emily..." She said with a weak, muffled and hoarse voice. Her eyes were trying very hard to stay open. I nodded, trying to calm myself, running a hand over her cheek. "You came back..."

"Well, of course," I said, sobbing, holding her hand. "I'm so sorry..." I said, shaking her head, continuing to caress her face. "It was all my fault."

"No... No..." She said weakly, looking at me with bright, exhausted eyes. Speaking required an effort and that was visible in her expressions. I stopped her from continuing.

"Shhh, calm down.... I'm here..." I said, calming her with my voice, or rather trying to. My heart felt too many things at that moment. I had to focus on what was most important. She needed help, she was hurt and I wasn't able to know how much. That horrible gravy coated her body.

A terrible crunch alerted me. Horror became visible in my eyes. That door, which had survived the explosion, was collapsing on top of us.

"Fuck!" I screamed, dragging me and Melisha out of its reach with a desperate tug. The door fell and I looked at it terrified. That was close, very close.

I dropped to the ground, still scared, my whole body shaking. But I couldn't lose my mind, at that moment there were other priorities. I crawled towards Melisha again, my arms picked up her body again and my eyes scanned it in search of a broken bone, a wound that I was unable to see at first glance.

"Okay, okay..." I said, catching my breath after that last scare. "Melisha, listen to me..." I said, watching her eyelids slowly close. I stopped it by shaking her gently "Hey! Don't close your eyes, come on..." I said desperately. "Can you move?"

She stayed awake, little by little moving her arms, her hands...

"My, my leg..." She said with a hiss of pain. I nodded, checking the area she pointed out.

"Oh, my God..." I said when I realized that a piece of metal, not very big but sharp, had decided to stick into her leg. It didn't seem very serious, but it had to hurt horribly. "Okay, okay, calm down..."

With a firm tug I tore it off, causing a spasm of pain that I tried to quell with caresses.

"It's done..." I said, calming myself, tearing off a sleeve of my dress to improvise a bandage. At least it would do until we go to the doctor.