Lost

The Escape

Everything was a blur. She couldn't clearly see anything, only shadows. Something was definitely going on, however. She thought she heard silent screaming, plus the ground was shaking every few seconds. Was it an earthquake? She couldn't really tell.

There was this shadow above her, speaking in whispers and pressing something against her shoulder. Speaking of which, it felt wet and sticky, as if something was pouring out of it. It was uncomfortable. This shape looked familiar, but she couldn't remember. Who was he? Why was he crying? Perhaps she'd ask later. Right now all she wanted was to sleep.

Red could have sworn history had just repeated itself. Just instead of Miyuki being devoured alive by the blob creature, he saw Lena shoot herself in the shoulder with Iraa's gun and fall to the floor limply. What both cases had in common was that he was helpless. Completely and utterly helpless, unable to stop it from happening.

All his attention focused solely on Lena even as chaos erupted around him. He went straight to her side even as Zim's maniacal laughter broke through the air and a whole pack of mendigoes broke through the walls and into the hangar, roaring and devouring whatever was in front of them, no matter if it was a Hothian or Skoodge or Larb. Even as Fury came upon Iraa and tore at his neck with his long claws, drowning the agonizing scream in his shredded throat.

"Lena, can you hear me?! It's me, it's Red!" He cried, shaking her frantically while pressing his own hand against the wound. "Don't close your eyes, Lena! Please don't!"

Her antenna twitched. Her lovely cyan eyes stared up at him, but their previous shine was gone. They looked confused and empty. Trails of pink blood ran down her lower lip and out of her mouth.

"All fear the almighty Zim!"

"What on Irk are those things?!"

"Mastah, can we keep them?"

"This is so good, a mutant wendigo! Hey, alien-scum, out of the way, you're blocking the camera!"

"Everyone, get on the ship, NOW!"

Red didn't need to ask twice. He took Lena in his arms and carried her into the lounge, followed soon by the rest of the Invaders, Zim, and Dib. The ship momentarily shook as it started the lift-off, almost sending him off balance. "Lizards, Lena is hurt! Which way is the infirmary?!"

"Follow me..." Foxtrot managed to get on his feet and led him into the mini-elevator that took them to the Ibris's main corridor and from there walked towards the infirmary. Blue was curled up on top of one of the tables, and Ilk was snuggled against him, both seemingly asleep and wearing oxygen masks.

Red would have thrown a fit upon finding them like that, but instead placed Lena unto the other metal table, where her wounds were scanned by the Ibris's AI. Without her PAK properly working the wound wouldn't heal on its own and it seemed like she had already lost lots of blood.

"Diagnostic?" Foxtrot asked.

"Severe plasma burns on the outer skin, and it went all the way inside. No internal organs were damaged, but she lost too much blood."

"What can we do about it?!" Red jumped and looked down. Zim, Skoodge, and Bob had followed them here? Guess they really cared about Lena. Maybe they also wanted to check up on Ilk.

"She needs a blood transfusion. Before you ask what that is, it means we need someone to donate blood to put into her-" The ship shook again. "Sorry, turbulence." Red couldn't help but feel a bit offended. They might not use those healing methods anymore, but that doesn't mean Irkens didn't know what a simple blood transfusion was, right?