𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒, ꜱʙɢ

38

"AH! I SEE ONE!"

Aiden exclaimed, overjoyed at the though of getting off his feet finally.

Dominique groaned slightly at the sound of his raising his voice, and Tyler quickly furrowed his brows, raising a finger to his lips as to ask him to be quieter as a result of his stirring Dom from her restless slumber.

Aiden quickly sent the conscious Dominique an apologetic smile over his shoulder, walking over and opening the back seat to the truck for Ben to unload Dominique over the seats, ensuring she was comfortable in the embrace of the cushions.

As Ben pulled Dominique from his back, the group gathered around his form, lightly fussing over the seating arrangements. 

Ashlyn found herself in the front seat, next to a shaking Aiden. Ben, Tyler and Taylor were in the seats behind, a heavily wounded and still bleeding Dominique laid across their legs as her lungs heaved, the drugs in her system wearing off due to her morphine tolerance.

Unfortunate, she guessed.

Her head found it's way to Tyler's lap, who stroked his nimble fingertips over her scalp, whispering sweet nothings to both him and Dominique in a last-ditch effort to provide any type of comfort to both himself and Dom.

Ben had his hands placed over Dominique's midsection, trying his best to guide a silently-sobbing Taylor as to where she had to place her hands to efficiently save the blood dripping from Dominique's body.

Ashlyn's eyebrows furrowed and Aiden's body stilled at the soft grunts illuminating from Dominique's body, the hands around her midsection doing nothing to ease her pain with their pressure as to desperately stop her heavy bleeding. Logan was in the truck's bed, his pistol in hand as he kept the phantoms off the group's backs.

"C'mon Dom. We need you. Please." Tyler whispered shakily against her palm, pressing it against his face in an attempt to feel the heat that usually radiated off her form.

She was cold.

Tyler hated it. 

With every turn Aiden took, Dominique's body rolled to the side, causing blood to seep from her wounds onto the floor of the truck. At one point, Aiden had to dodge a phantom in the truck's path, swerving violently and causing Dominique's body to jolt, a violent, bloodied cough splashing against his seat as the three fretted over her condition.

They were used to her sarcastic smiles, her offhanded compliments and flirty personality.

But now?

With a bloodied face had a scrunched up, painful expression laying over her gaze, the group couldn't recognise the girl before them. Thankfully, her Bo-Staff was safely secured in Tyler's grip, who refused to let it go until Dominique would have the strength to take it back for herself.