Shalimar awoke feeling overwhelming groggy. She could hear voices.familiar
voices.they seemed so near, yet so distant. Without moving, she tried to
concentrate and decipher what they were saying.
"That doesn't make any sense though. She's a feral.it should take more than this shoulder wound to render her unconscious." Brennan stated, while looking at Emma with concern.
They had been brought to a small, dark room, with an almost dungeon-like appearance. There were bars along one side, and old stones covering the remaining three walls. No windows.minimal air circulation.Jesse hated the trapped feeling he had right now.
"I can't figure it out either, but we can figure that out later. Right now we have to figure out how to help her," Emma told Brennan. "We have two options: the first being that we remove the glass from her shoulder. However, that would result in heavy bleeding, and we don't have anything sterile to stop it. Second, we could leave the glass in, and wait until we're back in the lab with the proper tools needed to extract it. But, we have no idea of when that could be, and in the meantime it would cause her a lot of discomfort and further damage if she tried to move her shoulder."
When she finished, she looked expectantly at Brennan, as did Jesse. He lowered his head and sighed, rubbing his temples. He sure as hell didn't want to be the one to make this decision.
Jesse gave Brennan's shoulder his squeeze. "What do you think?"
Before he could answer, Shalimar whispered "take it out."
"Shal?" Jesse asked, "You ok?"
Her mouth curved to form a small smile. "Yeah Jess, I'm great."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Brennan asked. She nodded, and looked up to Emma.
"I've never done this before Shal, and I don't know how it's going to work," Emma stated nervously. "I almost wish you'd have stayed unconscious."
"I trust you Emma," Shalimar replied. "Just try not to take the arm," she joked.
Emma let loose a small laugh, before turning dead serious again. "I'm going to need you guys to hold her down, just in case," she told them.
Jesse positioned himself beside Shalimar, across from Emma, while Brennan made his way behind her head, placing it in his lap. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and whispered "I love you" in her ear before sitting back up. Seen as how she had stayed the cleanest during the earlier fight, Emma removed her button-down shirt so that only her tank top remained, and placed it aside. She waited a couple of seconds before continuing; silently wishing that Adam would arrive to save the day before she had to go through with this.
"Ok Em, let's do this before I go changing my mind," Shalimar said, only half joking.
She nodded, and gave a reassuring smile to her patient. She placed her fingers on the little tip of glass that remained visible, and tried to get a good grip, which was difficult to do because of all the blood that now coated it. Satisfied, she gave a last glance to Shalimar, whose eyes were closed and breathing was accelerated.
"Ok. One.two.three," and on three, she pulled directly vertical with all her might. The sound of ripping flesh and gurgling blood was enough to make Jesse nauseous. Shalimar screamed and arched her back violently.
"It's ok Shal, it's over. Just breathe," Brennan said in a soothing voice. Tiny beads of perspiration now covered her clear honey skin, and her eyes were squeezed shut.
Emma quickly reached for her shirt and placed it over the wound, hoping to stop the daunting blood flow. Jesse reached for Shalimar's hand, and in doing so, realized that she was trembling all over. She whimpered quietly, and Jesse grabbed his jacket to place over her.
"Shalimar? Are you ok?" Emma asked, but before she could answer, blackness claimed her and she slipped gratefully into the reverie of unconsciousness.
"That doesn't make any sense though. She's a feral.it should take more than this shoulder wound to render her unconscious." Brennan stated, while looking at Emma with concern.
They had been brought to a small, dark room, with an almost dungeon-like appearance. There were bars along one side, and old stones covering the remaining three walls. No windows.minimal air circulation.Jesse hated the trapped feeling he had right now.
"I can't figure it out either, but we can figure that out later. Right now we have to figure out how to help her," Emma told Brennan. "We have two options: the first being that we remove the glass from her shoulder. However, that would result in heavy bleeding, and we don't have anything sterile to stop it. Second, we could leave the glass in, and wait until we're back in the lab with the proper tools needed to extract it. But, we have no idea of when that could be, and in the meantime it would cause her a lot of discomfort and further damage if she tried to move her shoulder."
When she finished, she looked expectantly at Brennan, as did Jesse. He lowered his head and sighed, rubbing his temples. He sure as hell didn't want to be the one to make this decision.
Jesse gave Brennan's shoulder his squeeze. "What do you think?"
Before he could answer, Shalimar whispered "take it out."
"Shal?" Jesse asked, "You ok?"
Her mouth curved to form a small smile. "Yeah Jess, I'm great."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Brennan asked. She nodded, and looked up to Emma.
"I've never done this before Shal, and I don't know how it's going to work," Emma stated nervously. "I almost wish you'd have stayed unconscious."
"I trust you Emma," Shalimar replied. "Just try not to take the arm," she joked.
Emma let loose a small laugh, before turning dead serious again. "I'm going to need you guys to hold her down, just in case," she told them.
Jesse positioned himself beside Shalimar, across from Emma, while Brennan made his way behind her head, placing it in his lap. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and whispered "I love you" in her ear before sitting back up. Seen as how she had stayed the cleanest during the earlier fight, Emma removed her button-down shirt so that only her tank top remained, and placed it aside. She waited a couple of seconds before continuing; silently wishing that Adam would arrive to save the day before she had to go through with this.
"Ok Em, let's do this before I go changing my mind," Shalimar said, only half joking.
She nodded, and gave a reassuring smile to her patient. She placed her fingers on the little tip of glass that remained visible, and tried to get a good grip, which was difficult to do because of all the blood that now coated it. Satisfied, she gave a last glance to Shalimar, whose eyes were closed and breathing was accelerated.
"Ok. One.two.three," and on three, she pulled directly vertical with all her might. The sound of ripping flesh and gurgling blood was enough to make Jesse nauseous. Shalimar screamed and arched her back violently.
"It's ok Shal, it's over. Just breathe," Brennan said in a soothing voice. Tiny beads of perspiration now covered her clear honey skin, and her eyes were squeezed shut.
Emma quickly reached for her shirt and placed it over the wound, hoping to stop the daunting blood flow. Jesse reached for Shalimar's hand, and in doing so, realized that she was trembling all over. She whimpered quietly, and Jesse grabbed his jacket to place over her.
"Shalimar? Are you ok?" Emma asked, but before she could answer, blackness claimed her and she slipped gratefully into the reverie of unconsciousness.
