Snippet #2655678

When Tyson first apologized, Alek frowned. Why is he apologizing for saving one of theirs? Then it hit her. Them. The School. It all made sense now. She'd think over it more later when Tyson wasn't freaking out, to which she had to hold him down to prevent him from dislodging the clots, and try to calm him down. He didn't hear her as she tried to calm his fear over Rooke. He only stopped when Rooke came over to tell the older boy that he was fine.

Alek didn't say anything as Rooke... requested her to let Tyson go. The way Ty held her she thought it better if she didn't. She felt like a his anchor at the moment and like she would do to any of them, she wouldn't move unless she had to. While she let the others take care of Rooke after he stepped away from the pair, she focused back on the wounded in her arms. Shifting a little, she rummaged through the surprisingly well stocked first aid kit. "Hey Tyson." Her voice was deep and soothing, almost hypnotic. "I'm going to stitch up the holes, try to bear with me and not sleep. You can later." Her head jerked to look over her should when she sensed Rooke's fall. She wanted to run to him, but knew she couldn't. One thing at a time. "Bring him inside and tend to him in there." She requested before turning back to her patient.

With a deep breath she wiped the area with alcohol wipes, got as much blood off her hands as she could, sterilized the needle with another alcohol wipe, and began the task of stitching her friend. She talked to him about her plans for when they got to the city. She altered them a little knowing she may have to use some of her abilities to hide the fact that Rooke couldn't hide his wings. It would all depend on if Synax could fully heal him. She had faith in the little cat, but she was still young and even Alek had trouble using her abilities for long periods of time.

After finishing the stitching, she gently moved Tyson's arm from around her waist (where she had moved it when she started sewing him up) to around her shoulders. "I know you're tired, but we need to get you inside. Let's get this over with and then you can sleep." With some struggling, the two made it to the living room where Tyson was gracelessly placed on the second couch. "Rest." She stoked his hair. "We'll talk all about this later. For now don't worry and heal." Her eyes flicked up as she asked, "How's Rooke doing? Is he going to need a transfusion?"