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Hang On
by Owelpost
"Just hang in there, Kenzi. Just-" her breath caught in her throat as she tried to fight off panic, "hold on!"
With a grunt of effort, Bo managed to rest most of her unconscious friend's weight against her upraisedleg in order to free her right hand to fumble the keys awkwardly from her pocket and unlock the clubhouse's door. She tried to turn the knob, but her blood slicked fingers merely slipped off the shiny metal.
"Fricken' hell!" she screamed. Gathering Kenzi into a protective embrace, Bo backed away from the door to give her enough room. One powerful kick obliterated the obstacle.
"Can't… afford to fix… that," Kenzi murmured through swollen, cracked lips.
Bo looked down at her friend, startled to hear her voice. She was so relieved that Kenzi had awakened, that she almost tightened her embrace in a ferocious hug. She stopped, unsure what kind of internal damageKenzi had undergone.
"Shh! Save your strength, Kenz, I'm going try to help you, but you've got to be strong for me, okay?"
"Tryin'…"
After clearing the door, Bo moved swiftly to the couch, easing Kenzi down onto the cushions. She let out a painful groan that made Bo wince. She knelt beside the smaller woman, and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her friend's eyes. Kenzi managed a small smile before closing her eyes again.
Bo could feel the blood coursing through her veins, her heart pumping at an exceptionally rapid rate. Her hands were shaking as she looked at Kenzi, trying to ascertain just how bad things were. Kenzi's face was a mess. It was swollen and bruised and bloody. There was a large gash across her forehead, which trickled blood down her cheek and into her eyes. Her throat was also bruised, as though someone had tried to choke her. A couple of Kenzi's fingers were bent at odd angles. And Bo was fairly certain from the way that Kenzi refused to move her arm, that it was broken.
She felt lightheaded and uncertain. She had no idea what to do. She stood up and started toward the kitchen for some damp towels, but a different unclear thought stopped her and she turned back. She felt sick to her stomach, and she couldn't clear the fog from her brain enough to coax the thought to coherence. Bo's hands and fingers tingled and her breathing was harsh and rapid.
"Hot… pants…"
Bo snapped to reality when Kenzi spoke. "Uh, thanks…" she said.
"No—call—" Kenzi choked out, but her eyes rolled back, showing the whites and she shuddered before closing them again.
"Oh. Oh!" Dr. Hotpants. That was what Kenzi called Lauren. Why didn't I think of that? Bo thought as she shoved her hand in her pocket and brought out her cell phone. She knew why she hadn't thought of it, aside from the fuzziness invading her brain. She unlocked the touch screen, leaving a massive smear of blood all over it. She rubbed the phone on her pant leg, transferred it to her other hand and rubbed her fingers on her leg, trying to get most of the blood off. When she had cleaned her fingers and managed to get them to stop shaking long enough, she dialed Dr. Lauren Lewis' familiar number.