Hunting Fear
Inu-Yasha looked at the mangled woman before him. Ayame was beautiful, just as Koga had said, but the state she was in was neither beautiful nor desirable. Dried blood and dirt stained her ripped clothes, and fresh blood was oozing out of a stab wound. Her eyes were glazed over, though she was still conscious. Her breathing was calm, though her heart beat was rapid, according to the pulse he had previously measured. She occasionally moaned, though it was nothing close to communication.
Rin stayed close to his side, and she appeared very compassionate towards her friend. Inu-Yasha was somewhat nervous; he knew this woman's life was on a time limit, if she was even able to be saved from death's clutches. He was sprinting back to his car, afraid that he would drop her; afraid that she might awaken from her dazed state and struggle, or his worst fear...that she would die in his arms. Her tongue was lolling and her head was rolling. His panic beat with his terrified as he realized she was beginning to enter a seizure-like state.
"Rin?" he yelled desperately, breathless from fear and his tiring legs. Her head lifted to lock eyes with him. "My cell phone is in my pocket...I want you to press the number three and tell my teammates that I've got a victim and she's going to need urgent care immediately. Can you do that for me?"
She nodded and grabbed the small phone out of his pocket, pressing down hard on the three. He held his breath as he waited. She waited forever for someone on the other line to answer, but after ten minutes of waiting, she gave up. "No one was there."