𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙾𝚍𝚍𝚜 | 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚒𝚍

Perfect

Aitana felt a couple of jabs on her left arm when Emily pulled her off the ground. Her ears were ringing. Everything was ringing, actually.

"Oh God, that hurt," Aitana groaned then winced when Emily touched her left arm.

"Looks like you got a bit of glass in there," Emily said, checking the three wounds on Aitana's arm as best as she could. They were just outside the bank, covered in soot, thankfully alive.

"What the hell happened?" Aitana looked at the bank and immediately gasped. "Oh my God — did it explode?"

"Yeah," nodded Emily, "Go back and let the paramedics look at you."

"No way in hell," Aitana said while Emily got a head start into the bank. She hurried after Emily, careful to lift her feet to cross over the chunks of cement that had fallen. "These guys might still be in there."

"I doubt it," Emily remarked, eyeing the ruins with disdain, "This was planned."

"She was disappearing from the screens every now and then," Aitana said, "She set off the bomb?"

"More than likely." Emily led them down the stairs to where the vault had been.

Each one was a little slower than normal, but neither one would admit to it. Aitana definitely wouldn't admit that her arm stung pretty badly.

They came across a storage room and to their surprise, there was an elderly couple sitting on the ground. They hurried to check their pulses and while the woman was weak, she was conscious unlike her husband who was completely out of it.

"We can't move them on our own," Aitana said.

"You go back upstairs and get the medics," Emily said, secretly hoping that the medics would stop Aitana and treat her arm while they were at it.

Before Aitana even moved, they heard Morgan's and JJ's calls. The two scurried over to the women and checked them over.

"Are you guys okay?" JJ said.

"Yeah, fine," Aitana said before Emily could mention her arm, "What about you guys? And the others?"

"Compeltely fine," Morgan said, his head turning towards the civilians.

"They were hiding back here," Emily explained.

"Can we move them?"

"Yeah, with help. He's unconscious."

"Just let me stay with him," the elderly woman begged them with a strained voice.

"I can't find Will," JJ said to the women, hoping they would give her a clue of his whereabouts.

"He might be down below," Emily told her and watched JJ dash down without a second thought.

"Okay, we're going to get help," Morgan said, reaching for Aitana's arm only to hear her hiss and recoil.

"Glass in the arm," Emily said before Aitana would make up an excuse.

"You need to see a medic," Morgan said and reached for Aitana's other arm. "And you've got one very worried Pretty Boy up above. C'mon."

"What?" Aitana looked back at Emily as Morgan pulled her towards the stairs.

~ 0 ~

Morgan personally walked Aitana out of the bank's front entrance and brought her to the nearest paramedic. He only left her when he was sure she wouldn't deny medical attention. About fifteen minutes later, Spencer was running towards her while the medic was still helping her.