"She's freezing!", the Healer swooped the fledgling out of the younger healers arms when the fledgling began shaking, "Her core is going into shock! It's not strong enough yet to regulate such temperatures!", he glanced worriedly up at the other across from them, watching as his head lulled to the side, both paler then they should ever be.
"Strip him! Down to the under clothes! We must get them out of these frozen robes!"
The other healers nodded as they began to tug the heavy soaked robes off the young messenger, as the Healer began to do the same for the fledgling he was tending to himself, quickly undoing the belt cinched around her small waist, pulling her thick top up over her head, boots from her feet and small trousers from her waist, leaving her in thin underclothes.
She fell limply from his hands, hanging as though she were a doll when he picked her back up again, concern keeping him moving. The Virtues were all around them, waiting for orders given to be followed, the Power's behind them. Both having returned with their charges immediately after having been sent to find them when they had not returned after sun fall.
Oren and Nisroc had just touched the snow-covered ground when they saw the messenger hefting the fledgling up onto the thick ice just outside of the weaker surface, splashing freezing water around as he struggled before he fell completely under again. It was a sight that would be remembered for some time, the limp body of the fledgling laying on her back under the pale moonlight, as still as death. The water churned violently under the hole in the ice, and for several moments the messenger did not return, until he exploded upwards. Clawing at the ice weakly, trying with as much might as he could to climb from the subzero water he was stuck in, and slowly but surely, he climbed out and collapsed over the fledgling, protecting her even on the edge of unconsciousness.
"Their internal temperatures are falling quickly, we have to put a stop to it, before it gets too low!", the Healer looked around for a moment, holding the limp fledgling in his arms tightly, loathing to let her go but knowing it needed to be done to help her regain what she was losing fast. His eyes landed on the two Captains; both of whom had the inner core similar to Michael's, that of a burning star, and beckoned them forward with a quick series of nods.
"Nisroc, Oren, come! Hurry! Remove your tops, the both of you, hurry now!"
Both Captains rushed forward, hands quickly undoing the belts cinching their tops in place, yanking the fabric over their heads as instructed, and the Healer had never been more grateful then in this moment. He knew he would not be failed with them, not to say that he would with the others, but he had known them longer then most anyone else. He held the limp fledgling out to the Power and gestured the Virtue to the messenger laying limp on the other bed "Hold them close, pressed flush against you, as much as you can! We must gradually raise their internal temperatures, too fast and we risk causing fever and too slow we risk severe consequences!" they both nodded and took to their assigned tasks with haste.
Oren, with the help of the two healers at the bedside, lifted the healer forward to allow him to slide in behind. He raised his arms to allow them to set him back down and bit a hiss at the mere chill of his back coming in contact with his chest, curling his arms around his thin frame dutifully and pulled him in as close as he could.
Nisroc had a much easier time, holding the limp fledgling up, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other wrapped tightly around her waist he held her as close as he could. Biting back his own discomfort at the frigid touch, he had it easier than the Virtue in that she was so small, her body was so small it nearly fit completely against his upper body.
The Healer motioned for two more Virtues, sending them after basins of warm water, and two more Powers for the thick blankets in the back rooms.
"Sit, sit, don't exert yourself so much."
Raphael guided the Power Captain back to the bed he had made up for the fledgling that had been brought to him in this horrid state. He guided him back into the bed, the fledgling shifting between his legs as he leaned back against the pillows, and he curled around her with more ease not that he was not standing.
Abraxos and Raguel returned with the blankets they were sent for, and the Healer took one at a time, curling the first around the fledgling and Power and then the next around the messenger and his own Virtue. Cammael and Constantine returned with the basins of warm water they had been sent for, rags draped over their arms, and the Healer motioned them forward where he wanted to placed.
He drenched a rag first, indicating for Cammael to follow in turn with the other basin, and rung out the excess water as to not cause dripping. Rolling it up, he wrapped it around the back of the fledgling's neck, the Virtue following suit with the messenger. The next he passed to the Power, and next to him to the Virtue Captain, "Rub it against their temples and ears, we have to get them warming as fast as we can, as they do, they will return to us, groggy but aware, the will attempt to fight off the warmth. Ensure that they don't."
Both Captains nodded in turn, turning to do as ordered, watching as color ever so slowly began to return. Raphael sent two Powers off to alert the Choir Master and Messenger now that they were out of immediate danger, shifting between the two of them to check their cheeks and foreheads for temperature, humming at the gradual return of color to their persons.
Little Akeelah was the first to awaken, flinching against the warm rag rubbing along her forehead and ear and cheek, the one behind her neck, and gave a pitiful whine when she tried to flinch weakly away. A large hand curled around her cheek as the rag moved up to her forehead again, a warm soft voice rumbled under her and she whined again "Leave it, little one, leave it be." It cooed softly from above her head, a voice that she recognized, and whined softly again "No..Nis…...Don' lik' it…..."
The thumb of the hand cupped around her cheek rubbed over her cheek bone and she sighed slightly at the comforting feeling "I know you don't, Baby Power, but be brave for me, alright?" he gave a soft smile when she nodded weakly, damp braids rubbing under his chin, and warm little fingers dug lightly into his chest under the blanket like a kitten kneads into another.