An Attack Helicopter Brought us Together

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Serena POV

It's good to chill in the backseat of the limo as we cruise home. I mean, everything hurts but that's fine. Emily's really good at first aid. Maybe she is okay for something. She's removed the bullets from my leg and has staunch the bleeding and is now wrapping it up nice and tight.

Penelope, meanwhile - who's actually my friend - is not making my life easy. She sobbing, leaning very heavily on my shoulder and she keeps gasping whenever she sees blood trickling from under the only partially-wrapped bandages.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," I hiss, shoving her head off me.

"But Mr. Un! He's dead!" Penelope sobs, dropping heavily onto my lap with her nose half-inside my vulva, "How can you not be sad!? *Gasp* Your leg! Serena, your leg is bleeding again!!"

Suga comes over and lifts her gently off my lap and takes her to the other side of the limo to give me some air, all the while Penelope screams, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU FILTHY PERVERT!!! I'M TAKEN!!!"

"Ahhh..." Emily sighs, shaking her head in amusement, "Okay, your leg's all tied up. Should be fine. Let me have a look at those knife wounds..."

She eases aside my torn t-shirt - not enough to show anything, although Jimin tries to peer in anyway from my other side. She starts staunching the blood and rubbing some ointment in that stings but it's a good sting that stops after a few seconds and numbs the pain.

"How the heck're you so good at... like... first aid?"

"Oh, y'know," Emily shrugs, "Occupational hazards. Had to learn to fix myself up."

"Gal, you don't even have a job," I snort, "Probably never have."

"Heh," Emily shrugs again, "Uh... look. I wanted to say thanks for uh... being a human shield. It was great of you."

"Heh," I wave a hand, "It was nothing."

"And, as thanks..." she continues, "as well as bandaging up your wounds, I'm going to dance for you. I know you love my dancing, and I've found it's got some really great healing properties, you know?"

"NO YOU SHALL NOT DANCE!" I roar. She ignores me. Emily is a pooh.

She gets up and starts dancing in the middle of the limo. Jimin tries to shield my eyes, and then I realise my wounds are closing up. What the frick...? Wait, she's healing me with her crappy dancing!? I still hate her dancing, even if it heals.

She stops and flops down next to me, grinning broadly, "Better...?"

"Worse," I snarl, lying, "Your dancing sucks."

She seems to take this as a good sign. Ugh, is there any way to annoy this kid or make her listen to you. I sorta wanna shatter her teeth right now, but she did just save me from dying of blood loss and infection. I'll do nothing. I sit back and cross my arms with a hmph.

We arrive back home and head up to the roof to clamber into Emily's fancy new attack helicopter. I go straight to the fridge she installed and am disappointed to find there's no vodka. I start having an asthma attack, then Jimin comes with a bottle for me and I feel better.

"This is... to say bye," he holds it out sheepishly. I glug it down, "I wish we could come with you..." he continues as I wipe the vodka off my lips, "Please? We'll be good..."

"Yeah..." Jin agrees.

"Please!?" Suga begs, peering sideways at Penelope who mouths furiously at him, 'I'm taken.'

"I WANNA STAY WITH BEV!" RM declares, clutching her desperately, "I MUST BE THERE WHEN THE BABY IS BORN!!"

I notice how fat Beverly looks. Maybe Emily's dancing speeds up pregnancies too...?

"I won't ever call Blossom a flea-bitten, demonic, corplunet rodent who belongs in the underwear pile at the recycling plant again," Tae pleads, turning to Ember who looks sort of torn.

"So, girls, watcha think?" I ask.

Ember, Penelope, Emily and Beverly come over.

"I say we vote," Ember says, "Those in favour of BTS coming?"

Beverly, Emily - who surprises us (I thought she hated Junk?) - and I raise our hands.

"Those not in favour," Ember calls. Penelope raises her hand, "Okay, they're coming!"

"Wait... Ember, you didn't vote." Penelope looks confused.

"I don't know," Ember shrugs, "I just don't know."

"I didn't either," I inform her, "But I sorta slightly felt a bit more like having them come."

"Okay them," Ember shrugs again, "I vote they can come. But that doesn't change anything."

"But they'll get in the way of me and Yuzu!" Penelope wails.

"Eh," Emily shrugs, flossing. She strides over to BTS and shouts, "Oki losers, you can come!"

They all cheer. I barge forward and face Emily, seething.

"I WAS GONNA TELL THEM!"

"Too late." Emily grins, "Sit down, gal. We're leaving in two minutes!" She goes and plops herself behind the controls infuriatingly.

I slump in the back seat and rifle through the fridge, just to check if I missed some vodka. I'm displeased to find that my first search was thorough. BTS are all scrambling to get their stuff into the hold on time, but somehow they manage to add about 400kg of baggage to the helicopter before Emily announces, "Alright, we're off!"

They scuttle inside and take their seats as the door slams shut. Emily revs up the engine and we begin our ascent. The in-flight movie system kicks in and I flick through. I decide to watch Fifty Shades of Grey because I can. I start watching and am scarred by the first half hour so I switch it off to see what everyone else is doing. Everyone's doing their thing - singing, eating, watching movies (although no one else was dumb enough to watch Fifty Shades of Grey - not even Beverly!), enjoying the spa bath that Emily put in the bathroom, and dancing. Emily's dancing that is (I hope she turned autopilot on, but based on the fact that we're not crashing through the sky probably means she has).

Beverly's being dumb enough to watch Emily dance. It'll be interesting to see whether Emily's dancing speeds up pregnancy. I watch as Emily twerks and Beverly looks on. I swear Beverly's stomach is expanding. Then she screams.

"ARGH IT'S ALL WET MY WATERS BROKE HELP!!!"

Okay, yup, Emily's dancing - as well as healing - speeds up pregnancy. Ew.

Her stomach starts convulsing violently, "ARGH OH MY GOD J- RM HELPPPPP!"

He comes and holds her and is looking extremely uncomfortable. Then Emily charges over and pulls up Beverly's dress so she screams.

"Chill, gal," Emily informs her, "The baby comes out this way."

"WHAT!?" Beverly roars in pain, "IT COMES OUT MY BUTT!?"

"Nah, it comes out the way it goes in," Emily replied coolly. I hate the way she's always so smooth and chill.

"BUT IT FELT NICE WHEN IT WENT IN WHY DOES IT HURT COMING OUT!?"

"Damn, Bev," I chuckle, "You really didn't pay attention in PD class."

Beverly doesn't reply any more. She just tries to breathe and push. She screams sporadically. Emily looks concerned.

"Okay, Beverly, this isn't working. I'll be back with the first aid utensils." She hurries off the kitchen and comes back with a very large pair of tongs, "Okay, hold still... this'll feel weird."

She sticks the tongs up Beverly's virgina and wriggles them around a bit, then goes "ah-hah!" as she clamps onto the baby, then drags it out in an explosion of amniotic fluid. She places it in stunned Beverly's arms.

"Ta-da! One baby."

Wow. Right. I look over at Jimin. I sorta want one now...