Shawna hung up the phone. "They said not to take any more of the glass out of the wounds, and that we need to get her to a real doctor with an IV drip and stuff."
"Great. Disobeying Kami's orders... and any good ideas on how to do that without the van? She's definitely not in a condition for me to take her there with the bike."
Shawna went to Kami's side and tried to roll her over. "The people I called first said they'd be bringing a doctor, but the Fireman said to get her into a fetal position."
"Ok, we'll do that, and let's hope Midfielder's buddies get here soon." George replied, as he helped Shawna move Kami's body.
"There's so much blood... it can't all be Kami's, can it?"
The way Kami didn't react to being moved like a puppet scared the living shit out of him. Her face almost looked like porcelain from the loss of blood.
"I don't know Shawna. I don't know."
"Maeve.... she couldn't have done this. She loves Kami."
"That bitch was psycho from the get-go, Shawna. No one else in this house can have done that. Do you think Kami would sit around and get stabbed and shit by anything that looked like a monster? She didn't even put up a fight against the bloody bitch!" George yelled, his face red with anger.
Shawna looked fit to burst into hysterics when the sound of someone running up the stairs reached them. George put the glock he had drawn at the sound of footsteps on the nearby desk, cursing.
"Shawna?" Midfeilder called, using the door frame to swing into the room. "Oh fuck." He turned his head. "Up here, Doc!"
"Hurry man. Thank goodness you got here. She's been bleeding for a while though i can't tell if it's only her blood in the room. She got stabbed with a bottle on the stomach, and she got slashed up in the back. I think she got beat too." George added, seeing the bruised blue hue some parts of her head and back had started to take.
Five feet woth of fury and hustle pushed Midfielder out of the way and strode across the floor, going over to the bed. The short Native woman turned around and barked, "IV, fluid, in the van, get it now."
Midfielder looked from the woman to George, then to Shawna (who was slumping in the corner), then towards the nursery. He nodded. "Get Hiiro and Kenny downstairs," he said to George before leaving the room. The woman was bent over Kami, looking her over.
George nodded, heading outside the bedroom, where Shawna had taken the crib. Shawna followed him in, stepping around the trash can filled with vomit. She picked up one of the boys. "She's gonna be okay now, right?"
He still wasn't sure about this. The werewolves were Kami's friends, but they looked more capable of causing wounds than healing them to him.
They both heard the little woman growl at Cyrus as soon as he came into the master bedroom, demanding to know what had happen. "Get out of here, pup. Go secure the house and grounds or something."
George nodded thoughtfully for a moment, before going for his coat. Pulling out his cellphone from there, he speed-dialed a number. "She's gonna be alright for sure, Shawna." he replied before a voice answered his phonecall.
Cyrus came into the room and went right over to the crib, looking from the one still in there to Shawna. "They're alright?" he asked in a horse whisper. Shawna nodded as Cyrus took the child in her arms. The baby finally stopped crying.
"Tim? shut up and listen for a sec. I've got someone here, one of us.... Yes.. Badly wounded.. Yes... No, right now. Yes, I will.. Ok, I'll come pick you up at Zenwarp. 10 minutes."
George closed the phone, put it in his pocket while nodding a greeting to Cyrus. grabbing his coat, he walked out of the room.
"Great. Disobeying Kami's orders... and any good ideas on how to do that without the van? She's definitely not in a condition for me to take her there with the bike."
Shawna went to Kami's side and tried to roll her over. "The people I called first said they'd be bringing a doctor, but the Fireman said to get her into a fetal position."
"Ok, we'll do that, and let's hope Midfielder's buddies get here soon." George replied, as he helped Shawna move Kami's body.
"There's so much blood... it can't all be Kami's, can it?"
The way Kami didn't react to being moved like a puppet scared the living shit out of him. Her face almost looked like porcelain from the loss of blood.
"I don't know Shawna. I don't know."
"Maeve.... she couldn't have done this. She loves Kami."
"That bitch was psycho from the get-go, Shawna. No one else in this house can have done that. Do you think Kami would sit around and get stabbed and shit by anything that looked like a monster? She didn't even put up a fight against the bloody bitch!" George yelled, his face red with anger.
Shawna looked fit to burst into hysterics when the sound of someone running up the stairs reached them. George put the glock he had drawn at the sound of footsteps on the nearby desk, cursing.
"Shawna?" Midfeilder called, using the door frame to swing into the room. "Oh fuck." He turned his head. "Up here, Doc!"
"Hurry man. Thank goodness you got here. She's been bleeding for a while though i can't tell if it's only her blood in the room. She got stabbed with a bottle on the stomach, and she got slashed up in the back. I think she got beat too." George added, seeing the bruised blue hue some parts of her head and back had started to take.
Five feet woth of fury and hustle pushed Midfielder out of the way and strode across the floor, going over to the bed. The short Native woman turned around and barked, "IV, fluid, in the van, get it now."
Midfielder looked from the woman to George, then to Shawna (who was slumping in the corner), then towards the nursery. He nodded. "Get Hiiro and Kenny downstairs," he said to George before leaving the room. The woman was bent over Kami, looking her over.
George nodded, heading outside the bedroom, where Shawna had taken the crib. Shawna followed him in, stepping around the trash can filled with vomit. She picked up one of the boys. "She's gonna be okay now, right?"
He still wasn't sure about this. The werewolves were Kami's friends, but they looked more capable of causing wounds than healing them to him.
They both heard the little woman growl at Cyrus as soon as he came into the master bedroom, demanding to know what had happen. "Get out of here, pup. Go secure the house and grounds or something."
George nodded thoughtfully for a moment, before going for his coat. Pulling out his cellphone from there, he speed-dialed a number. "She's gonna be alright for sure, Shawna." he replied before a voice answered his phonecall.
Cyrus came into the room and went right over to the crib, looking from the one still in there to Shawna. "They're alright?" he asked in a horse whisper. Shawna nodded as Cyrus took the child in her arms. The baby finally stopped crying.
"Tim? shut up and listen for a sec. I've got someone here, one of us.... Yes.. Badly wounded.. Yes... No, right now. Yes, I will.. Ok, I'll come pick you up at Zenwarp. 10 minutes."
George closed the phone, put it in his pocket while nodding a greeting to Cyrus. grabbing his coat, he walked out of the room.