Not Your Typical Love Story- Minx and Krism

Chapter 10

/AN: I had my teeth pulled again today, so this is being written as I'm a drooling mess. Excuse any discrepancies./

~Krism's POV~

My eyes went wide, brain not fully processing what had happened. IT wasn't until I heard a weak cough from Michelle that I kicked into gear. I heard returning gunfire, and realised that our guards were shooting at the attacker. I turned to Minx and watched her, feeling helplessly weak. I barely even responded when I felt Mark pick me up. All I could focus on was Minx, who was now being carried by Jack. I blacked out at this point.

I woke up two hours later, lying in a cot next to Minx. I slowly sat up, before moving over to my betrothed. She looked so small and pale, a look of agony dressing her face. Her wound was covered with a bandage, and she had a hand placed protectively over it. I frowned and held Minxs hand, gripping it and trying to comfort myself.

I stayed like that for two more hours. It wasn't until our Healer Felix walked in that I moved. I looked at him pleadingly before speaking, my voice hoarse from disuse.
"Will she be okay...?" He gave me a sympathetic glance before looking at Minx, upset showing on his face.
"I'm sorry, but she'll be lucky if she makes it through the night..."

The last thing I saw was Felix rushing to my side as I collapsed in a heap. I passed out again.

/AN: *hides under a rock* please don't hurt me for this.../