Remi sprinted at Kurt, unbridled anger seeping with the sweat from her pores and pounding into the concrete. How dare he come after her again? What had he done with Roman? They crashed and momentum carried Remi to the ground, Kurt landing partially on top of her, having tried to break a bit of her fall. He wanted to take her home, not kill her. She on the other hand…
A left hook caught his ear before he could restrain her arm, and his head filled with buzzing. He had half of her body pinned, yet the other half was rearing up for one whale of a fight, her free leg shrimping to try to get her whole body free. "What did you do to him, you bastard!" she yelled, her free knee connecting with his abs a few times in quick succession.
He used his weight to his advantage. If she got more space, he'd be susceptible to her painful kicks, and if she got loose, he wouldn't be able to catch her again. He straddled her and put all of his weight on her hips and stomach, keeping one of her arms pinned and working to try to catch the other. Catching it proved to be a difficult task as she kept trying to bump and roll him. "Roman is dead," he reiterated, frustration and pain carved into his face, yet letting her anger blow by.
She behaved like she hadn't heard him at all and kept talking to her dead brother. Oh, Jane. "Roman, help me!" she demanded, looking over Kurt's shoulder.
Remi managed to connect another left hook, this time to his jaw. On her way back down, he struggled and pinned her second arm, her legs frantically bucking her hips trying to bump him off. "Rich, get over here," Kurt hollered, bouncing with Remi's attempts to get free, his heart paining each time her movements reverberated through him.
"Roman! Roman!" Remi's eyes were wild, her head sweating and shaking side to side.
"Remi, stop," Kurt commanded, taking a deep swallow to try to calm himself, her deteriorating state too much to bear.
A trapped animal, her upper and lower body fought to get free. Rich and Patterson ran across the floor, scurrying to help their teammate. Remi managed to bump Kurt enough to make his weight fall forward at the same time her chest jerked forward, yet she failed at rolling him, her forehead slamming into his sternum and dropping back to the floor. He rebalanced, leaning his weight back again and looking at her face. She seemed dazed, her eyes bouncing around in confusion.
Rich dropped to their sides and slammed an automatic injection device into the outside of Remi's thigh. "What did you do?" Remi growled, her head popping up from the floor, and her eyes burning into Kurt's.
His words of we're helping you caught in his throat as his eyes watered, watching the fire drain from her eyes. Patterson waited within a few lengths of their heads, watching Remi's fight go from wild, to slowed, to stilled. Remi's head dropped to the floor, lolling to the side. "Let's go," Kurt urged.
Patterson checked her pulse and breathing and nodded her assent. "She has a fever," she noted.
Kurt dismounted, slid his arms under Remi's legs and back, and picked up her limp form, heading back to the SUV with Rich and Patterson in tow.