Chapter fourteen, Daniel

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I'm now holding the almost lifeless Deputy Captain in my arms, I never thought this would be how my first mission played out, but it did, the bleeding coming from her head isn't too bad, nothing that could cause permanent damage and I feel I could use my healing powers to help her but I'm not sure, I might need to save that. Also at this time I'm pissed, this is their Deputy Captain, their right hand man well woman and they don't know something as simple as her blood type?.
"Are you telling me that none of you know what her type is?"
They all nod no again.
"Du machst Witze"
I mutter as my eyes fall back to Scarlet, brushing a bit of her almost blood coloured hair out of her face her skin is pale, a little more then it should be my hand moves to her wrist, checking her pulse, I feel it, my two fingers placed to her wrist, the beats of her pulse, like a rhythm, I look at them all again.
"She's stable at least"
I sigh and stand up she's still in my arms and surprised by my own strength her arms lay lifeless hanging below, Luke eyes me then speaks.
"Can't you just heal her, Anderson"
I almost scoff I would, I would do it in a heartbeat but I'm still not sure if I'd regret it, what if we need it for later that voice says in my head and my grip goes tighter.
"No I can't, it would take up too much of my energy you Blasrohr Gesicht"
He looks at me both shocked and confused.
"What are you saying-"
"None of your damn business"
I snap, why I'm so angry? Why do I care as much as I do? Doesn't matter, a bit of the blood is bleeding onto my shirt, why the hell did I make the choice to wear a white shirt on a mission is beyond me at this very moment. I came here with no armour too, how the hell have I not been scolded let? Would a parent do that? Or would they not let it happen in the first place. My eyes fall to Isabel, she looks as through her shield might break, and we will lose the little light we have, and then we might all fall down like domino's we are sitting ducks, we're dead men and women walking.

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