An American In London: S2

Chapter 33: Titanic

(Mari POV)

The orange saber slices through the cuffs of Clara and Hamie. I'm quick to holster it as I bend over Hamie, lifting his passed out body over my shoulder while Clara grabs the woman who kidnapped them.

There's the ring of a gunshot in the air and then two more shots from a blaster followed by a loud thud.

I look down to see Icarus had fallen at my feet with not one but four holes in what was his head.

I look away from the dead body and continue walking with Hamie.

His body was heavy but my small body had carried worse on my shoulders.

Reaching the front steps of the chateau. I place Hamie down on the ground and examine him using my medical skills. He blinks open his beautiful light brown eyes and hops back in fright.

"Just kill me already,"

He groans and I looked at him confused but realized like the idiot I am, that I'm still in uniform. I quickly pull off my masked hood revealing my face to him and held up a small flashlight.

"Mari?"

He mumbles and I check his eyes. No signs of significant brain damage but the gash across his forehead tells me he must have hit his head pretty hard, a concussion is a possibility but I won't be able to rule anything else out until we get to the nearest hospital.

I quickly his body over. Looking for the gunshot wound before he bleeds out. Breathing out a sigh of relief when I reach his chest and find his vital organs had been left unpunctured.

"Mari?"

He questions again but I ignore him, reaching out and feeling his left leg. Nothing. His right leg.

"Got it," I whisper under my breath and look around.

"Clara!" I call out and hold the flashlight in my mouth while she comes close. She looks at the bullet wound and quickly rips a strip of her t-shirt and hands it to me. I'm quick to apply the tourniquet, spitting out the flashlight and catching it in my hand.

"Mari,"

Hamie suddenly reaches out and grips the collar of my shirt pulling me to him with shocking strength considering the amount of pain he must be in. His face writhed with pain and his breath was shaky but he looks into my eyes, holding me close. Seeing him so hurt brought tears to my eyes and guilt filled my chest.

This is my fault.

It's my fault he's like this.

I'm the one who decided to go to France like a fool.

"Mari...I thought...I would never see you again."

He chokes out in one painful sigh. I push his sweaty mop of brown hair out of his eyes.

He moves his hand from the collar of my shirt to the back of my head as he stares into my eyes.

"You know I would never let that happen."

I remind him and he gasps while taking in another rugged breath before his arm goes limp and his eyes roll to the back of his head while closing.

"Hamie? Hamie!"

I hold his head in my hands desperate for him to open his eyes again and say my name once more.

"Hamie!"

I cry out and gently tilt his head forward letting it rest on my shoulder, while softly kissing his cheek.