The Next Generation

Chapter 19 - Kas

This was when I admired nurses and doctors the most. When I was doing their job.

I mean sure, splinting a few arms and legs and giving Lacy some ambrosia and a cold pack for her concussion, which wasn't mild, by the way, before she passed out in CJ's arms wasn't that hard,but stitching a cut in Ethan's head close? That frightened me more than I wanted to admit.

Ethan and Zara were the only two who weren't with us when we fled the area, not wanting to cause any drama with the news or media. We'd relocated our little pack to a small room marked "Employees Only" and decided to sit there for a minute, letting everything heal, and choose what to do next. Only then, when the "Closed For Maintenance" sign was put up, and Lacy charmspoke the poor disney workers that the place was closed, Emmi did a quick head count, and realized that Ethan and Zara were missing.

"Kas and Charlie, could you guys go split up and find them?" She took charge right away, a natural leader. "I'll stay here with these idiots," Charlie and I nodded, and sprinted off, hearing the protests of Riley and CJ at our backs. I wasn't a natural jogger, and Charlie was moving at a fast pace, so I huffed, between breaths as we burst out the doors,

"Ok, how about you take from that lamppost," I pointed to a fallen lamppost, the bulb smashed to bits "Over, and if you find them, go back and send a signal with your ice," She nodded, and was off in a flash. Sucking in a breath, I jogged off, a lot slower, at my own pace, my mind racing. What if they had fallen into Tartarus, like Annabeth and Percy? What if they were seriously injured? What if- what if I couldn't save them? I swallowed back the terrible thoughts, and glanced at the ground.

Glanced at the ground and did a double take. Instead of the vibrant, almost-not-natural green grass, it was crinkled, pale yellow, and undeniably dead. Thank the gods. They were close.

"ZARA!!" I screamed, barely restraining a sob, starting to pick up the pace, following a line of bones that popped up in front of me, hopefully leading to her. After a minute I came upon.... An igloo? A weird, circular shaped house, which was basically an igloo. Except... Gods.... There wasn't ice used to support the walls, no, it was made of bones. Picking up the pace, I ducked inside, already having my medical supplies out, because, well, knowing these two, they were either having a little moment, or too hurt to do so. Or maybe a combo of both. Gazing upon the two, I gasped.

Zara seemed fine, except for the fact that she was bleeding all over, but thankfully, her biggest wound was a slight gash on her hip, not deep enough to be terrible, but it wouldn't be the nicest to move around, and her temporary blindness, seeing as her glasses seemed to be gone. Ethan, not so much. The boy was lying in a pool of scarlet blood, pooling from a large cut in his head.

"Crap, a Laceration," I murmured, not loud enough for Zara to hear me. "Always got to be dramatic, don't you, Ethan,"

"What?" The redhead snapped, blindly sweeping her head from side to side, trying to find me, as I examined her cuts. Not too bad, nothing I couldn't fix. But Ethan had to come first. Sorry Zara.

"Zara," I asked, breathing quickly through my panic. "Are you okay?" She furrowed her eyebrows, and looked around the strange room we were in, like she was concentrating.

"Um...," But whatever she was going to say, because her gaze turned to Ethan, and she gasped. Whatever she was seeing, without her glasses, it probably wasn't any less pretty than what I was seeing. Suddenly taking action, the pale, freckled girl sat up, wincing at her injuries, and began patting the ground, probably for her glasses, which were nowhere in sight. I would tell her so, but I was digging through my pack. Oh jeez. He would need stitches, at the best. God, I couldn't do it. I really couldn't sew his head up like Hercules Mulligan sewing some pants. But I would have to take a shot at it. "Agh!" The girl groaned at last, and I wished I could come to comfort her, but Ethan was more important right now. Ew, that sounded like I liked him. Despite me kissing his cheek, and the whole Zara/Me/Ethan schism, I didn't really have a crush on the black haired boy. I mean, even if I did, his heart was already given to another. *cough* Zara *cough*. So I would stay a fangirl, having shrieking fits when they were having romantic moments.