The Last Outcasts

VIII

The refuges from the hotel and the ones who were already there had started panicking when the gun went off. I could hear all the commotion from outside the door. I didn't pay a lot of attention to it though, my focus was getting Scarlett help. A guard came over to me and gestured for me to follow him. I picked her up gently and hastily followed him.

We got to a medium sized makeshift medical room. I put Scarlet down on the table in the middle of the room and put pressure on her wound while the guard, who I now knew was a field medic, cleaned his hands and sterilized some medical tools. "Hurry! She's loosing a lot of blood!" I cried out. She was still unconscious and her breathing pattern was getting shorter and farther apart.

I could feel her slow, feint pulse through the wound, and the bleeding didn't slow down at all. I was getting scared and started to panic. I thought about cauterizing the wound myself, but the bullet was still lodged in her abdomen. The medic hurried back to the table. "Take your hands off of her, I need to work." I did as he said and backed away from Scarlett's body. I looked at my blood covered hands and started to panic more.

I backed into a wall and collapsed against it. I didn't want to loose her, not after everything we had been through in that God forsaken lab. I would've put my head in my hands, but I didn't want blood on my face. So I rested my arms on my knees and put my head down, I didn't want to look at the surgery.

A couple of minutes, actually more like 20-30, had passed when the medic had tapped my head. "The bullet is out of her body, but it hit an artery. She lost a lot of blood. It might take a while for her body to replace all the blood, and it might take longer for her to wake up." "Will she be ok?" I asked quickly. "Virtually yes, but she'll need a lot of time to recover from the wound. I'd say three to four months." I sighed with relief. I don't know why I always think of the worst possible outcome, but I do. And because of that, I always get really anxious in bad situations. Although the years of battle training taught me to be calm during battle, in other situations not involving a fight I was pretty useless.

I got up and walked to the door. "Wait a minute." The medic called out. "I need to tell you something, something I can trust you, and only you with." I turned around and looked at them man with a raised eyebrow. He motioned me to him, and I walked towards him. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I'm one of you..." I took a step back in shock. I don't know why I was so surprised by this, I knew people like me, like Scarlett, were everywhere. But when I saw his eyes glow a deep, calming purple, I didn't know what to think.