Formation

Formation: Chapter 3

"Why didn't you signal it was you!?"

Theo was passed out against the floor of the dirtied van. Beneath us, the wheels screeched as we sharply turned corners. Almost making me fall over with every turn we took, the blood didn't help either.

Venom snorted from behind the wheel, "And miss the opportunity to see you run like that?" She drawled, and I could almost see her smirk through her head, "Fat chance, wolf bitch."

I cursed under my breath as I kneeled over Theo. Wayland blew out a breath as he regarded him, "Dude looks to be in pretty bad shape," He uselessly regarded, flicking his blue gaze to meet mine, "I thought you said he was only shot once?"

"He was," I rasped, yanking the fabric of his shirt up. Blood pooled out freely from the wound, "His body should have rejected the bullet already. It must be stuck!"

It wouldn't be the first time. But as long as it was stuck in there, it wouldn't heal. The last thing we needed was Theo getting weaker. Panic burned through me as I stared at the bloody hole, feeling myself make a decision.

Wayland gagged as I speared my fingers downwards. Blood spurted from the wound as I pushed them in, "You've got to be kidding me!" He groaned, averting his eyes with a grimace.

"What's happening back there!?" Venom demanded hotly, something panged against the backdoors of the van.

Blood coated my hand as I searched for the metal, "You don't want to know, V!" Wayland called back, looking too pale as warmth trickled over my skin, "Just keep driving!"

"I can't find it!" I snapped in frustration, feeling panic burn through me, "He won't heal whilst it's in there!"

It wouldn't kill him, but it would make him more vulnerable. The more blood he lost, the longer he'd be in recovery. Which is exactly what we didn't need to worry about right now. Especially because we needed to move quicker than we needed to rest.

When my fingers finally grasped a ragged metal edge, I heaved a breath of relief. My grip on it tightened as I started removing it.

"When's the healing start?" Wayland questioned when I dropped the metal against the floor.

"It was in pretty deep," My brows furrowed as the blood continued to pour from the wound, "It's healing from the inside but it shouldn't be long now..."

Minutes seemed to stretch by, but the blood still flowed freely. With no indication of it stopping anytime soon.

Even Wayland's brows furrowed in confusion, "Even we heal quicker than that," He pointed out, reaching behind him, "Doesn't look like it's happening anytime soon; here, apply pressure."

I stared at the folded rag he slapped into my hand, "What?" I blinked in confusion, and he placed my hand and the rag over Theo's wound, "Pressure? For what!?"

"To stop the damn bleeding!" Wayland bit at me, staring at Theo's paling features, "Has this ever happened before?"

Never. Normally we heal before any damage could be made, I've never bled this much before. Just looking at it made fear spike through me.

"There-there must have been something in the bullet," I rasped, frantically searching for it, "Something to weaken our immune systems!"

But I couldn't smell anything; I couldn't smell any chemicals! Wayland's mouth pursed shut, "Well, it's working," He breathed, searching for new material.

The rag I had pressed over Theo had already been bled through. Soaking up the material within a matter of movements. Normally it was humans who bled so quickly, never one of us.