Jake burst into his grandfather's shop with incredible haste. He'd already changed back to human form, and was carrying Rose's unconscious body as her arms were wrapped around their son. Even though she wasn't conscious, Rose would never let her son go.
Spud was sitting behind a desk, reading some sort of magical newspaper. When the door opened, he glanced up and saw Jake with his seemingly dead wife. Before Spud could ask just what the hell happened, Jake spoke.
"Get Trixie, now!" he barked.
Spud jumped from his seat without question and ran to the back of the shop. Just as Spud left, Fu Dog came in. He was about to say "Hey, Kid" but when he saw Rose, his face was immediately drained of all positive emotion. "What happened kid? What creature attacked you? I've got plenty of magical cures in the back!"
Jake violently shook his head and explained. "Fu, it's not a magical wound. She's been shot, by human weapons."
"By who?! Who shot her?" Fu Dog was utterly shocked at this point. Of all the creatures trying to kill the pair, Fu Dog didn't put humans at the top of the list.
"The Huntsclan, they're back Fu. I don't know how, but I saw them myself. They attacked while we were traveling here. Somehow, they knew who we were and what we were doing. I tried to distract them, but they found Rose, and shot her."
"Are you sure it was them? Not just some thugs in the woods?"
"Fu, they even said they were Huntsclan."
Fu Dog shuttered at the thought of this, but before they could continue their conversation, Trixie and Spud both rushed to the front of the shop. Trixie took one look at Rose and gasped. Her wound was still ozzing fresh blood. It fell onto the shop carpet, leaving a dark red mark, like the color of a rose.
"Trixie, Rose was shot, this isn't anything magic related, can you help her?" Jake's face was full of terror. He was scared he might lose his wife, and Trixie was his only hope. After the gang had graduated high school, Trixie went to college and became a doctor. Although once the magical war began, she quit her job and stayed at the shop to help Jake and the others.
Trixie had changed through the years. She wore her hair down now, and it just brushed her shoulders, and she wore plain, solid colored tee-shirts. Her years in medical school taught her how to be a professional, and it showed in eyes, and her facial expressions. She wasn't the same kid Jake had spent hours at the skate park with, she was Trixie Carter, a medical expert.
"Yeah Jakie, bring her to the back, and set her on the table. It's been awhile, but I think can help her." Trixie said. She'd lost her heavy urban slang accent through the years. Most professional hospitals wouldn't want it, so she had to change it.
Jake didn't waste a second. He took Rose to the back and placed her on the table, like Trixie said. Then he picked up their son, and kissed Rose on the forehead. "I love you, be strong, my Rose." Jake whispered.
"Jakie, I'm going to need you to leave the room. I'll work much better without you getting in the way." Trixie said, with a sympathetic tone. Jake nodded his head and left. "Spud! Get in here, I need you!" she shouted.
AN: This chapter is considerably shorter than the other one, I know. I might do a few of these smaller ones before I do another larger one, or maybe shorter chapters more often is better? Let me know! Thanks! :D