He'd made it. He was safe. Castiel blinked, holding his hand to his side and sliding off of his horse. He had to make it inside. Avelyn would help him. He started to walk but suddenly felt dizzy. He stumbled and leaned against a wall, blinking and trying to catch his breath. Cas coughed, a soft rasping sound that scared him, covering her side. Her brow furrowed as she felt something wet and sticky from her hands. Her eyes widened and her world tipped forward and crashed all around her. Blood. His palms hit the cold tile. He looked at the floor in surprise. When had he fallen? He coughed again, harder this time, and more blood came up. Castiel collapsed, lying on his side and trying to stay awake. He looked up to see two figures moving towards him. His eyes were hazy with pain but he stared at them, trying to fight the darkness crowding in. He had to tell them. He had to tell them what happened. He had to keep them safe. It was his job now since Jaxon...
"Castiel!!!"
"Oh my gosh!"
He could hear an undercurrent of worry in their voices and something else....fear? Cas lifted his head to look at them. It was nice to know they cared.
"Cas? Can you hear me? Please be alright. You're going to be okay. Avelyn went to fetch the doctor."
Demina. Demi shifted, looking at him and placing his head on her lap. Blackness crept in through his vision but he felt her fingers lightly brushing through her hair. He stared up into her face, trying to stay conscious. It was so hard; all he wanted to do was sleeepppp.
"N-No...Don't....Ava...can't. D-Drax. Jaxon," he muttered before he closed his eyes and succumbed to the darkness. He could hear Demina's voice getting farther and farther away. He wanted to stay and listen to her, he really did, but the murky waters of darkness were too strong, pulling him under and drowning him.
Demi prayed that Avelyn got there with the doctor soon. There was so much blood. She quickly moved his hand away from the wound that he was holding and grimaced as blood spurted out it. He was losing so much blood. Fear made her hands shake as she took off her apron and pressed to the wound. The wound was deep and his face was ashen. Demi felt his pulse, her heart racing. She placed the palm of her hand over his mouth, biting her lip. He was barely breathing. It felt like the soft touch of a butterfly's wing against her palm. No. Would she lose him like she had lost Chase? What was she thinking? He was not hers to lose but the tears came anyway, unbidden and unwanted.
"Come on, Castiel. Stay with me," she whispered.
