Lone Mercury

Part 10

As I flailed my arms wildly, searching for any wounds on my body, I hear gasping and gurgling behind me. I shoot up from my position on the cold floor and rush to Webster's side. The sight before my eyes was awful. Slashes and whips left their sinister marks on his skin showing that he had been tortured before my arrival. But the most prominent issue at hand was the bursting bullet hole in his lower abdomen. With each pulse of his erratic heartbeat, crimson blood would would fly into the air, and rain back down onto his soiled dress shirt. The Boss had long ago run off, a coward in his actions. Although, I didn't do anything either, as I sat beside him and held my head in my hands.
As the time ticked on after my "heroic" act, I realized I was being an idiot. Here I lay moping on the floor over the soon loss of my friend, when I could be doing something to save him. I am going to save him, I decided. Gently scooping Webster into my strong arms, I raced back through the labyrinth. I was taking him to the medical wing, where I was first held. There has to be some supplies there we can use, I reasoned with myself. Just as I rounded another bend, Webster's eyes fluttered open briefly then began to close again.
"No. Webster I'm here. open back up your beautiful eyes." I commanded, thinking this time I will lose him forever. Once again, his eyes opened groggily, but this time they stayed wide and open.
"You...have...to," he coughs trying to spit out the red liquid oozing from his frowned mouth. I set his fragile frame down momentarily, and lightly pat his back, hoping the coughing subsides. Within a few deep breaths, the coughing slowly dies down, and Brown Eyes hangs his head down while positioned on one knee. "You have to hold the centerfold your palm with more force. Then the Mercury can form into heated energy, and scald your victims if they have you locked down." he finishes with many pants. Clutching his stomach, Brown Eyes falls to the ground, the wound still gushing onto the floor. I sling his cold body into my arms again as I scramble to the close medical wing.
Finally we reach the last small hop for Brown Eyes. The medical wing still stood in its pristine glory. Freshly scrubbed walls, boiled scalpels and knives, and a clean cotton sheeted reclinable bed. Not wanting to waste any more valuable time, I slide the limp body onto the bed, and remove his ruined pastel blue shirt. I need to extract the bullet and then patch him up with high pressure gauze. I also need a fast pumping IV, I review the steps I needed to follow for this procedure. Locking the steel door and moving a table in front of it in a barricade like manner, I approach the tall, long cabinets along the North wall. I scavenge through them to retrieve their contents. Webster's pressure and heart rate drops, and my scream catches in my throat. I prepare my tools and begin.
Just as the last stitch is delicately sewn, the steel door door groans, and the wooden table flies across the room. I have to duck over Webster's patched up body to avoid the guillotine effect. My eyes enlarge at the sight before me. The clean cut man in the white suit, once again, waltzes in with a smug smirk plastered on his disgusting face.
"He's supposed to be dead, sweetheart." he points to the dying man behind me with a lean finger.
"Don't call me that!" I spit as my face boils, and my palms twitch. I'm no doubtedly ready to end this monster who killed so many innocent people for his evil empire.