Fire and Ice

Chapter Thirteen

     After Emmett leaves, I attempt to fall back asleep, but I can't.   At first, I think it's because my head hurts so much, so I take some painkillers.  After my head starts to feel better, I realize the real reason for my insomnia: I'm too worried about Emmett.  So instead of sleeping, I decide to shower.  When I get out of the shower, Lexi is having coffee in the kitchen.  

     "Hey, how's your head?"  she asks.

     "It's fine."  I answer.  "I took some painkillers so it feels much better than it did before."

     "Where did Emmett go?" 

     "His friend found out where Alex is."  I explain, and her eyes widen.  "He went to catch him."  

     "That's great Amy!" she says, smiling.  But her smile leaves her face when she sees that I'm not happy about this.  "What's wrong?"

     "I'm just worried, is all."  I say.  "I don't want him to get hurt because of me."  

     "He's gonna be fine."  she reassures me.  "He can take care of himself."  I just nod, still worried.  Lexi has work today, so I have the apartment to myself.  After she leaves around 8:30 AM, I decide to watch TV to distract myself.  I'm unsuccessful, because around 11, I become even more worried.  It shouldn't take this long should it?  Maybe when he left, he wasn't going to catch Alex right away.  Maybe he has something else to do first.  Finally, I hear a knock at the door. I immediately jump up from my spot on the couch, thinking that it's Emmett.  I'm right, but he's not in the state I thought he would be in.  He's wearing his super suit.  His face is pale, and one of his hands is holding his shoulder, bloody.  My eyes widen when I realize that he's been wounded.  

     "Emmett?!" I exclaim, bringing him in the house.  "What happened?"  I lay him on the couch, not caring if he stains it with blood.

     "Your ex-boyfriend is insane." he groans.  I feel guilty when I realize that he was hurt because of me. 

     "Keep pressure on that." I tell him.  "I'm calling Lexi."  He shakes his head.

     "I'm fine Amy." he attempts to reassure me.  I crouch in front of him, examining his wound.

     "Really?" I answer.  "Because to me, it looks like you were stabbed."  I hate how much my voice is trembling.  

     "I heal fast."  he explains.  I bite my lip, still worrying.  "I'm okay, don't worry." Emmett says when he sees this.  My eyes fill with tears.

     "I'm sorry." I say.  "This is all my fault."

     "No it's not.  I chose to go after Alex, even though I knew the risks."  he tries to reassure me.

     "But you could've died!"  I say, tears falling down my cheeks now.  "I should have just let him kill me instead of using my powers on him.  It would save people a lot of trouble."  I whisper the second part,looking down, but Emmett still hears me.     

     "Amy."  He says, his voice stern.  "Look at me."  I still refuse to look at him, ashamed.  He gently grabs my chin, tilting my face up to face him.  "Don't you dare say that.  This is not your fault.  Alex is the one who chose to hurt you, you didn't choose or deserve for that to happen.  You still being alive has saved so many people's lives.  You've made the world better, not worse by being alive.  Don't you ever think that."  I take a deep breath, trying to calm down.  "Look, it's starting to heal already!" Emmett tries to cheer me up.  He's right.  The wound seems a little smaller now.

     "I'm still gonna patch you up." I say.  "Or at least attempt to since I have absolutely no medical training."  Emmett chuckles, and I go to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. I crouch in front of him again and attempt to remember how Lexi has patched me up in the past.  I bandage to wound to the best of my ability and memory and give Emmett some painkillers.  

     "Thanks." he says, swallowing four.  I laugh.

     "I'm pretty sure that's more than the recommended dosage."

     "I think I deserve it considering how painful this is." he says, and I try not to let myself feel guilty for this.  Suddenly, he has a look on his face like he's remembered something.  "So I have good news and bad news."

     "Bad news first."

     "As you may have guessed already, Alex got away."  I nod because I assumed this.  "But the good news is I found this."  He reaches into his pocket and takes out a syringe, filled with a blue liquid.  

     "What is it?" I ask.  

     "I think it might be the anti-serum to whatever took your powers away."