Time Child

Of Blood and Bats

  Greta is still loosing blood. 

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Leonard knelt down next to Greta, blood was rolling down her side, her hands were covered in it, her neck was bruising already and her hair was sticking around with blood spatters here and there; the tears rushed down her face and her lips gapped as she tried to get air.

"I got you" he whispered, even if he knew that more than half the injuries she had, had been delivered by him.

Her eyes popped open and she wanted to scream and hit him and kick him away from him, her body still shaking from the wounds he had given her; but her mind knew better, she looked at him, her eyes scanning his face, the black tar had disappeared from his face and his arms. A small sob slipped out of her lips before she threw her arms around his neck and curled her body towards him, her back and her hip burning with pain as she squirmed towards him; she buried her face against his shoulder even if her body was still distrusting him and Leonard closed his eyes for a split second in agonizing pain because the horror and the pain rushing through her body had been because of him.

He opened his eyes and looked down, his body tensing instantly as he saw the hilt of the knife sticking out her body; the knife he had gotten from Sara's room, the knife had shoved into her body three times, the knife he had been intending to use when he killed her and there it was, still stuck to her body like a horrible reminder that he had done that.

"Greta" he whispered against her hair, her chest was rising and falling rapidly and he was sure that it was going at the same pace as her escaping blood. "This is probably going to hurt"

His hand reached towards the hilt of the knife, his fingers curling around it and he felt her tense and hold her breath, the slightest move of the knife echoing in her body; he took a deep breath and held it tighter before he pulled it out.

Her nails dug into him through the shirt, her breath getting caught in her throat as she pressed her head against the crook of his neck and he felt the hot tears rolling down his skin; his fingers dropped the knife almost as if it was made of acid and he had just gotten burned, the rattling noise as it hit the metal floor flowing through the hallway.

"Ok" he whispered more to himself than to Greta, carefully he passed the arm Greta was leaning against around her body and he pushed himself back, pulling her with him to get her away from the wall of the ship.

Leonard wasn't sure if she could stand up, he wasn't really sure she could move her hips without pain from the wounds he had inflicted, so with a deep breath, he passed his free hand under her knees and turned his cheek to press it against her head.

"I got you, ok?"

She nodded against his neck, her arms were shaking gently and her heart was beating madly against her chest and he was sure that couldn't be a good sign. The Rogue tensed his legs and pushed himself up, his left knee wobbled a bit but he refused to stumble or fall, there was no way he was dropping Greta, not after all he had already done to her.

He felt her shift, her arms loosened around his neck and her face was pulled away from his neck and he felt her chin over his shoulder; her hands balled around his shirt. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Rip was still down and started to walk down the hallway, the hot thick liquid of her blood rolling down his arms, entwining with his fingers and absorbing into his clothes.

"I'm taking you to the nursery" he spoke, not really sure he had to tell her but wanting to let her know that he was helping.

"No" she said, pushing her chin away from his shoulder and turning to look at him, he glanced at her by the rear of his eyes. "Take me to the lab" he voice was faint and even by his peripheral vision he could see that she was already getting pale.