((TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD, GORE, INTENSE SCENES!))
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Drake heaved a heavy sigh as he approached the scene, smoke-filled most of the air, the fires were nearly all put out by now… but people kept coming, wounded and dead flooded the medic station that had been hastily set up. People being carried away on stretchers by Seraph and Volunteers.
“How can I help?” Drake asked, entering the Medic tent, his eyes skimmed across the countless wounded, he didn’t wait for an answer,
“CODE RED! CODE RED!” A pair of Seraph carried in an Older Man. Drake went toward them, and set to work, kneeling down beside the Older Gentlemen, his left arm torn to ribbons, shreds of flesh hung loosely off the bone, blood pumping out in spurts, oozing and covering the cobblestone ground. Drake made a tourniquet with one of the linen scraps that were on hand. Supplies were running low, and quickly. People scrambled for more. Voices shouted above others, calling for Medicine, and more bandages, gauze.. the Medics working individually among themselves, tending to what was before them.
Drake tied off he Man’s wound, a few inches above it. Lifting his arm above his head slowly, to slow the blood flow to the limb. His hands began to heat, and a hot blue fire pulsed from his fingertips as he began to cauterized the wound, sealing it shut. “You are doing great.. we are going to make it out of this.” He consoled the Man whose jaw clicked together, his body shook, shock had began to take over. He let out a cry of pain as Drake quickly pressed his hands to his chest, pushing what Guardian Magic he had into healing and soothing the patient. Once stabilized, Drake waved his hand. “Next!! Get him out of here!” He instructed some of the Volunteers, two Men came and lifted the Man from the ground with a stretcher and carried him off toward the Hospital.
Drake went over to another patient, this one looked far worse than the last. A leg completely removed at the knee, dark red blood gushed from the wound, her right arm was also torn apart, raked clean through the muscle. Her face was pale, her breath was shallow. Again Drake went to making tourniquets, he was no Surgeon, so he did what he could. Tying off both injuries before he would again cauterized the stump clean off. The Woman howling in pain as the fire touched her skin, however the blue flame did it’s job, sealing the wound, stopping the blood completely. He held out his hand, a stranger handed him more gauze and he began wrapping the stump up. Sweat collected on his brow, he turned and wiped his forehead with the cloth sash that sat across his breastplate.
“Your doing fine Ma’am.. you’re doing fine.” Drake forced a smile. The woman’s forehead coated in a sheen of cold sweat. She could only nod and even that was difficult for the drained woman. Drake held out his hand again. “Needle! Thread.. Quick!” He called out, a surgical suture kit hurled in his direction and he caught it, ripping it open with his teeth. Drake moved to the arm, carefully he began to stitch up the deep cuts. Sealing them closed, he looked toward his patient again, who was now falling in and out of consciousness. His hands pressed to the Woman’s shoulder, he focused upon her for a moment, his form swelled as he sucked in a deep breath and pushed more healing Magic into her. A bloodied hand rose to wipe across his face, not caring anymore. He had much more to worry about than how he appeared. The woman was now ready for transport. She would live, just as the last, a pair of Volunteers rushed her off toward the Vanguard Hospital. He rested back on his haunches.
“CODE BLACK! CODE BLACK!” A pair rushed another patient into the tent, a girl. No older than six, her body mangled, form cracked at odd angles.. she appeared was unconscious, her form clearly broken.
Drake wasted little time. He jogged over. “I’ll treat her .. I’ll do it!” He pushed aside the people who had begun to congregate. Needing space. He examined her for a moment, he bit his lip hard. Her back was clearly broken along with her neck. The Child was missing a leg and an arm and was bleeding profusely. Glass embedded into her skin.
He almost lost it, he found himself staring.. and staring at the limp form lying upon the cot. Everything seemed quiet to him. Nothing else mattered, and finally something kicked the Lord into gear, he began again with the tried and true tactic, tourniquet the lost limbs off, stopping the blood. Sweat was running down his face, blood pooled in his cheeks as he worked. He knew he couldn’t move her, at least not without doing a lot of damage. The child was still. Her chest rose and fell softly, but it wasn’t enough, her status was deteriorating. Again Drake used his Guardian magic to seal the stumps off. Not much else could be done for her lost limbs. He knew that..
Drake’s expression paled as the Child’s breathing stopped. He frowned deeply and placed his hands to the Girl’s form. Using all his energy to push what healing powers he had into her. He moved one hand from the girl and placed it to the ground, a ward emanated from it, pulsing a light blue color, it radiated upon the cobblestone and Drake’s hand returned. His violet eyes focused intently upon the Child.
Time dragged by slowly, agonizingly so. After what seemed like forever, the child breathed again, still unconscious but she was breathing now. Drake clenched his jaw tightly, gritting his teeth as he sat back again, hands moving to his thighs, he wiped the blood from them on to his pants. Decorating his nice new outfit in a smear of red. The Girl still wasn’t ready to transport.
He sat back up and grabbed splints, carefully he splinted her neck, and her sides, hoping it would be enough to keep the Girl from moving around too much during transport. Needless to say, the Girl was going to be paralyzed for the rest of her life, if she managed make it. He turned, and began picking the glass from her still good leg. Removing all the shards he was able too. Drake looked back to his patient, She seemed to be doing better.. but it wasn’t enough.
Sliding down toward her chest. His hands laid flat against the Girl. He closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer to Dwyana to aid him. He drew in another deep breath and pushed forward all the Magic he had left in him for today. Drake’ fingertips pulsed and glowed blue, tendrils of magic transferring between the two as beads of sweat ran down his cheeks. He felt the Girl’s chest rise and swell more as he continued to channel his magic. Blocking everything else around him. Drake continued to focus on the Child before him until he was left gasping for air. He had overexerted himself. His body shook and his eyes opened to see the Child was stable and conscious. Her tear filled eyes looked around, in utter shock as to where she was.
Drake beamed as he saw her eyes, his smile broke through and he chuckled dryly. The Girl was still confused and lost..and he leaned forward. “ You are going to be okay..” He said softly, more for himself than for her. “ Don’t move.. okay.. You can’t move..” He instructed her softly, grabbing a clean cloth to wipe her forehead. He smiled even more. “I’m… going to go with you, some friends of mine are going to carry you out of the District, Okay? You will be alright.. I promise.” Drake motioned for two Volunteers to lift the stretcher. Drake walked along side of it, ensuring the Girl wasn’t accidentally moved or jostled.
He was pale by the time he arrived at the Hospital, he looked down at the child and quickly informed one of the Nurses about the Girls status, and what he had done. He brought a hand up to rub his right eye and ensured the Child was seen too. Just as he went to leave, the girl cried out, confused, having no one else she pleaded. “No! Don’t.. Don’t go..” she barely managed out, coughing weakly.
Drake frowned further and knelt beside her. “I’ll be back, okay? I’ll make sure our parents find you too.” He tried to console her. “These people are going to take really good care of you. I’ll stop by tomorrow.. and bring you a cupcake even.” He tried. The Girl seemed unsure but.. timidly nodded in approval of the idea.
“Hurry.. please..” she replied softly, her eyes still watery, her pale features turned into a pitiful whimper. Drake sighed and nodded, before turning to leave. Heading for home. Drake needed to rest, and to wash himself off. Then he would try to find the Girls Parents.