02-19-2015, 12:33 PM
Aurora left in a hurry but Lucas had no time for her. She'd be back. Aria was the priority right now. She was breathing- with some difficulty, which sent icicles of rage at Aurora through Lucas- and he lifted her head gently. She had flown a few feet and he had no idea of she was injured.
He tenderly felt at the back of her head and felt a small lump. She seemed to stir and he stopped. At least there were no open wounds, though something could be broken. His heart raced and he thought about his wallet in the other room. He could call for an ambulance.
She might not like it. The vivid image of her last night flashed through his mind, their intimacy. He had seen every part of her. What he had seen had made his heart break and at that moment he was overpowered by the desire to keep her from such things from now on. He could imagine what the nurses and doctors would say, with her scars of gun shots and knife wounds and God knew what else. Very likely they'd want to know details.
Aria's eyes fluttered open and she tried to sit up. After a moment, she was able to. He was heartened by her first question. She really was something. He touched her face tenderly. "No, you didn't shoot her. She might have trouble hearing for a while from the blast, but no."
She made herself get up against his protests and went over to the hole in the floor- as if that mattered. Or Nox's mood.
She laid back down. "I'm not concerned about Aurora and what is up with her- at least not right now. Are you hurt? Is anything broken?"
He wished he knew first aid or what to look for. Barring an obvious break or heavy internal bleeding that left bruising, he had no idea of the signs. "You want me to take you to the hospital?"
He tenderly felt at the back of her head and felt a small lump. She seemed to stir and he stopped. At least there were no open wounds, though something could be broken. His heart raced and he thought about his wallet in the other room. He could call for an ambulance.
She might not like it. The vivid image of her last night flashed through his mind, their intimacy. He had seen every part of her. What he had seen had made his heart break and at that moment he was overpowered by the desire to keep her from such things from now on. He could imagine what the nurses and doctors would say, with her scars of gun shots and knife wounds and God knew what else. Very likely they'd want to know details.
Aria's eyes fluttered open and she tried to sit up. After a moment, she was able to. He was heartened by her first question. She really was something. He touched her face tenderly. "No, you didn't shoot her. She might have trouble hearing for a while from the blast, but no."
She made herself get up against his protests and went over to the hole in the floor- as if that mattered. Or Nox's mood.
She laid back down. "I'm not concerned about Aurora and what is up with her- at least not right now. Are you hurt? Is anything broken?"
He wished he knew first aid or what to look for. Barring an obvious break or heavy internal bleeding that left bruising, he had no idea of the signs. "You want me to take you to the hospital?"