After staring at my palms for a brief second I sprinted over to the trees where Flobie had been injured. The boys were surrounding her now protectively, making me realize that we all had each other's backs now.
"Let me see her." Anthony whispered. Everyone stepped back to reveal Flobie and her bleeding limb. A deep gash split her skin on her right arm. Her left hand was covered in blood from applying pressure before she fainted. Fang had just finished cleaning the wound with our first aid kit as Anthony knelt beside him.
"Can you help her?" I asked gently, not wanting to ruin Anthony's concentration. Anthony remained quiet, moving his hand so that it hovered an inch above the cavern of the wound that extended from her shoulder down to her wrist.
A minute passed before anything happened, but slowly I could tell the skin around Flobie's wound was crawling to cover the open cut as if it were alive. Anthony slid his hand slowly down her arm, commanding the new skin follow his path. His hand trembled as the skin closed completely shut.
I gasped and squatted down to their level to run my hand over Flobie's skin. It was exactly the same texture and color as her old skin, maybe even a bit smoother. I stood up to thank Anthony, "I'll never be able to repay you. That was amazing. I'm so glad you're here to help. How did you do that?"
"Well, I have the power to create. I guess it's getting stronger and I'm learning how to properly use it now." He sounded shaken, which reminded me of when Flobie had teleported us both out of the School for the first time. I felt a little out of it myself, still trying to figure out what I'd done to throw the Erasers to the ground.
The others had all been too preoccupied to see what new ability I had. I didn't have enough energy to show them, if I could, again right now.
"You need to rest as well, but with all the Erasers so close we need to move. Can you fly?" Fang questioned Anthony patiently, his face calculating. Being the leader he always had to have a plan. I'm guessing sometimes he just made it up as he went along, but Fang did a pretty good job at keeping us alive so far.
"What about Flobie?" I looked down at her tired face, still passed out from the shock of her injury. "She lost a good bit of blood and won't be able to fly even if we wake her up."
"I'll just have to carry her. I've had to catch Max from falling out of the sky before." He frowned painfully, remembering. "I've also carried a huge Malamute dog, don't ask, so hopefully we'll find somewhere to rest before I keel over."
"I'll fly under you just in case." Daniel offered, getting ready to take off. Anthony spread his wings as well, taking a running start before jumping clumsily into the air, still not completely perfect with every aspect of flying.
Fang picked up Flobie slowly, not looking too happy, but somehow ended up in the air despite the extra weight. Good thing Flobie was a skinny little bird kid.
We ended up a couple miles away from where we were attacked in the opposite direction that they disappeared, most of us too exhausted to continue, especially Anthony and Fang who had expelled so much energy helping Flobie. I took first watch for once while the rest of them went to sleep.
