"She has Scarlet" said Cinder.
"Quick—close the hatch!
I'll take the other pod, I'll follow them—"
Her words faltered, her brain catching up.
She did not know how to fly a podship.
But she could figure it out.
She could download some instructions and she
could ... she would have to ...
"Your friend is dying."
She spun around.
She'd forgotten about the Lunar guard.
He was pressing a hand to his side, where Cinder's
projectile was still embedded, but his attention
was on Wolf.
Wolf, was unconscious and surrounded by blood.
"Oh, no.
Oh, no."
She ejected the knife in her finger and started
cutting the bloodstained fabric away from
Wolf's wounds.
"Thorne.
We need to get Thorne.
Then we can go after Scarlet and I ... I'll bandage
Wolf and—"
She glanced at the guard.
"Shirt," she said firmly, although the order
was more to focus her own thoughts.
In seconds, the guard's hands were working at her
command, removing the empty gun holster
and pulling his own blooded shirt over his head.
She was glad to see a second undershirt as
well—she had a feeling they were going to
need every bit of "bandaging" she could find
to stanch Wolf's bleeding.
Eventually they would have to get him to the
medley, but there was no way she could
move him in this condition, especially not
up that ladder.
She tried to ignore the niggling thought in her
head that this was not enough.
That not even the bandages in the medley would
be enough.
She grabbed the guard's shirt and bunched it against
Wolf's chest.
At least this bullet had missed his heart.
She hoped the other one hadn't hit anything
vital either.
Her thoughts were hazy, repeating over and over
in her head.
They had to get Thorne.
They to go after Scarlet. They had to save Wolf.
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Cress
Teen FictionTheir best hope lies with Cress, a girl trapped on a satellite since childhood who's only ever had her netscreens as company. All that screen time has made Cress an excellent hacker. Unfortunately, she's being force to work for Queen Levana, and she...
