Silence

Injury

Two months later the guys were in London for a show and had arrived a day earlier so they could get some rest before the show. The next day they were practicing and showing the fire department all the pyrotechnics. Everything was fine until the show ended. They had just finished their last song and were heading back to the dressing room when a loud crash followed by a shout of pain caught their attention. Running over they found Till trapped under a piece of stage that had come loose from the rigging.
"What happened?!" Shouted Doom.
"Some of the rigging came loose and Till pushed me away but he got trapped." Said a stage hand.
"Shit! Call the ambulance!" Shouted Richard.
Till was still awake, despite the pain he was in, tried to push the beam off his leg. Even with his strength, it was too heavy and what he could feel from his leg there was a lot of blood trickling down.
"The ambulance won't be here for a while because of the crowds blocking the way." Said the stage hand.
Till was starting to lose consciousness from blood loss and the paramedics were nowhere to be found. The guys start panicking when someone rushed over and put a hand on the beam. The female nodded at them, signaling for them to help. Together they were able to lift the beam with ease and set it aside. Now that there was no pressure on Till's leg, the blood began to flow faster from the wound. Quickly the female opened a medic kit and began stopping the bleeding. Luckily for Till, the bone wasn't broken and no major blood vessels ripped, but there was a nasty four inch vertical gash on his shin. Pulling gloves on, she disinfected the area before stitching it up and bandaging it. Finishing with a small injection of blood thickeners so the wound would have time to close up and have less blood leak out. Dumping all the biohazards into a bag, she gave Flake a note with bracelet before leaving, just as the paramedics came in with a stretcher.

At the hospital the guys were worried as they waited for the doctor to come out of the room.
The door opened and they were all up and surrounding the poor doctor.
"Your friend is perfectly fine. Just a small case of blood loss that was easily fixed with a transfusion. Who ever stitched him up was really good. I doubt he'll even have a scar with the stitching done. Anyways he'll need to rest and be off his feet for a day or two but he should have full mobility. Just come in a week to get a check up so we can make sure it didn't get infected." Said the doctor.
Thanking him they went in to find Till awake and sitting up on his bed.
"How are you feeling?" Asked Richard.
"Headache, like I've been drinking all night." Said Till.
"Oh yeah the person who patched you up left this is for you." Said Flake.
Handing him the bracelet, Till's eyes went wide.
"What is it Till?" Asked Olli.
"She's here in London?!" Asked Till.
"Who's here?" Asked Paul.
"The bracelet belongs to Amara, she's the one who rescued my wallet two months ago." Explained Till.
"It seems you have a guardian angel." Said Flake.
Till said nothing but slipped the bracelet onto his wrist and stared at it.