Zane watches Cole stare into space as he pries his little sister away.
Cole doesn't even register Zane holding Deity.
He glances at Jay, whose hands are already sparking as Zane lays her in the snow.
Jay knows he can't be too harsh. Too much power and they'd lose her instantly.
Zane is already taking his ninja suit top off, sizing up the claw gash in the abdomen of the master of song. It's deep, so Zane radioed in for Kai to take control of the ship and park it above them. Kai may be a hot head, but he tries his best in emergency situations.
One shock, two..
"Jay..hold on." Zane reaches down and binds her abdomen tightly with his suit top. "One more." He shakily looks at his usually white gloves...they're stained crimson. Soaked through almost, from wrapping the makeshift bandage. This shouldn't phase him. She's been bloody before from Cole's corruption attacks. But this...there's so much this time. He can smell the copper wafting up from Deity and his gloves. If he had the physical ability to get sick to his stomach, he already would have. Zane lifts his head when he finally feels it, holding two bloody fingers to the inside of her wrist. A pulse. It's weak, but it's there.
A crackle from the radio echoes in the winter night as the roar of the Bounty pulling in sounds off over head. It's Kai..and Nya.
"Is..Is she..d-" Nya asks, scared of the answer.
"Yeah, is she gone, Z?" The voice of the master of fire cracks, as Zane hears the button click against the console to bring the gurney down.
"No. Not yet. I will not let her. Kai, park it and come down here to get Cole with Jay. He can't hear us. I fear he may have gone into shock."
Jay was already squeamish and on the verge of heaving the contents of his dinner and sweets from the festival, just from getting her pulse back and getting her bandaged. By the time they got on the ship, he bows out of helping Zane stitch her up. He bolts to his room with Deity's broken metal limbs, and the door slams shut.
Zane is already cleaning her wounds out, trying to numb himself to the scene before him. He looks at his usually white suit top..discarded on the floor. Bloody. Deity is struggling, and Zane flinches when a pair of warm hands grip his shoulders.
"Zane, stay with me man. Look at her, you gotta put her under for this. Feeling it would stress her body more." Kai says, washing up at the sink in preparation to help Zane.
Zane doesn't question how Kai knows this, but then again, he did raise Nya alone. He watches the dull sapphire eyes of his sister close as Kai manages to numb her throat and get the intubation down her airway, after making sure her airway isn't blocked or full of blood.
She's asleep and breathing on assistance.
Good. That means he can…
Kai's sharp, commanding tone snaps him from his thoughts. "Hey FROSTY. What's princess's blood type again?"
Zane doesn't miss a beat, immediately responding. "O positive, like Jay's."
Kai manages to get her hooked up with Zane's help, and they begin.
There's so much red. He never thought he'd see the inside of a human being in his lifetime, but he doesn't have much of a choice. Her appendix is torn to shreds, so he discards the bloody pieces of the thin tube and tosses it in a makeshift biohazard bin. Zane watches Kai, who is silently stitching organs Zane has deemed saved and clean. He begins stitching minor wounds that are a harsh red contrast against her cream colored skin.
The appendix was the only unsaved organ. The rest were lacerated-and then stitched properly.
He watched Kai look over the clean and slowly pulsing insides.
"I think we can start stitching her skin, Z-" Kai paused, watching the unnervingly silent blonde, who was already prepping the sterilized surgical suture.
Sure, Zane was usually quiet..but this made even Kai, concerned. "Zane-" No response. But Kai squinted at the mask over Zane's mouth as he carefully dragged suture thread and curved needle through Deity with a set of tweezers.
He has to focus. So he's trying to drown out Kai's concerned voice. Soon, he's done..and examines her carefully, proceeding to clean and bandage the stitches on her abdomen. They have her hooked to other tubes and other necessities, but right now Zane is shakily washing his hands.
She's stable and resting in a clean bed, in some loose fitting clothes so her sutures aren't irritated. One of Cole's shirts. They had always been fairly large on her because of the size difference, and they made her happy.
Zane wanted her to be happy. Even though she hadn't woken up after slowly being taken off anesthesia. Zane gripped the soap so hard his element began to freeze it. Did he mess up? Why did his hands still look red...no matter how hard he washed them? He flinched when Jay poked his head into the medical bay, the frozen soap dropping into the sink and splintering into shards at the bottom.
"Sorry, Zane..is she okay?" Jay quietly asked, not daring to comment on Zane's unusually emotional state.
He slowly turned toward his motormouthed brother. "She is as alright as can medically be expected, though I am no doctor." He had never planned on being one. But for her? For his brothers? Anything. But especially for his little sister. "We..weaned her off the surgical anesthesia but..." Zane gestures to Deity, who has fallen into a coma. "She has not..woken up." He sighs, watching Jay pull her metal limbs into the room-freshly repaired and ready to be reattached.
Jay hesitates. "Do you want me to put them back on, Z? If she's out for longer than a few days or weeks, the muscle strain would-" Jay stops. He can feel the room getting colder.
Zane is getting angry at Jay's likely logical assumption. But it's a silent anger..scary, even..as there's no hint of it on Zane's face. "Set them by her bedside. I don't ever want to hear you mention that. Not right now." Zane didn't usually believe in superstition. But now? He had a horrible, painful feeling in the back of his mind. Fear. "Deity...will be fine. She is always fine." He had to hear himself say it out loud. After Jay leaves the room, Zane slowly locks the door. They're alone. He can think, now. Zane slowly turns the lights off in the medical bay.
The only light is the soft glow of her monitors.
Deity looks as though she's sleeping peacefully.
Zane's breath catches as his mask for his brothers slowly begins to fade. There it is the feeling of fear and pain welling in his chest. What if he failed? What if she never woke up?
Sitting in the dark, he starts to cry. Shaky breaths leave him as tears drip down his cheeks. Zane can't help it. He watched her almost die. "You must..stay alive.." His voice cracks, and he runs a hand through his hair. "Please. I..don't think I will be able to sleep tonight. Do you think I could sit with you, Deity?" A breathless sob breaks free in the near silence of the dark room. "I just want to be able to.." Dammit. He can't think.
The sharp, repetitive beep of the heart monitor only adds to his muddled thoughts.
"I just want to be able to make sure you make-"
Come on Zane, even you know the first night after an injury this harsh is vital. She has to be monitored.
"Make it through the night.."
The words sting.
Zane wipes his eyes and tries to relax in the chair. "All I ask is that you stay alive. Don't leave me behind. No one gets left behind..-" He's trying his hardest to stop crying. Zane puts his head in his hands, silently sobbing. "You promised."