Baby, I'm Bulletproof
"Hold on, just a second" Malia mumbled, fixing her bra. She heard the door opening and turned around, crossing her arms over her nude chest "I said just a second! I'm still changing!"
"You don't have anything I haven't seen already" Hayden rolled her eyes and raised an elastic belt. She closed the door behind her and pushed Malia's arms away without asking "You remember the plan, right?"
"The 'I saw it in a movie' plan? Sure" Malia rolled her eyes while Hayden belted the elastic under her breasts and placed a small black button between her skin and the belt "What is it?"
"It's the tracker device. Don't push it, unless you're sure you've found the Flash Drive. Once you do, all the building security will go mad." She grabbed the dress over the bed and hurried Malia to dress it, while she undone the curls around her friend's face. "Ok… You look hot. Some lipstick?"
"Thanks a lot. No" Malia rolled her eyes and eyed herself in the mirror "I look weird"
"Don't you dare to say you're ugly"
"No…" Malia frowned to the figure hugging blue dress "I look pretty, just nothing like me"
"Don't feel bad about it" Hayden smiled and got on her tip toes to put something on Malia's ear. "It's a communicator. If shit hits the fan, you press the button to call us and we'll take you out, ok? Or… try to"
"Josh and Donovan will be there too"
"They will leave after their part is done, Malia. They can't be linked to you doesn't matter what" Hayden eyed her from head to toe "Don't let his hot body or asshole personality get you out of control. It's a job. Remember this and you'll be safe"
"Yes, Ma'am" Malia smiled and hugged her friend. Something shattered in her chest, cold running between her bones. The possibility of not coming back "I'm going to be fine"
"You better" Hayden whispered, holding her tightly "I don't want to kick your ass for dying". She pulled apart and Malia sighed and fixed the communicator in her ear.
"Ok. Let's do this."
It had been far too easy to have access to the Mansion du Gévaudan. Malia couldn't believe her luck, mostly because after so many unhappy accidents, she was sure that if there was any superior force, it hated her.
But it had been easy. She and Josh had sat outside the Mansion for hours observing the coming and going of its habitants. It wasn't a family living there, despite the few indicatives of a dynamic between the people on it. Malia had hid behind a starbucks coffee and tried to identify the weak link. Was it the young, almost friendly guy, or the lady with a shark smile and a loud laughter? The older man with blue eyes or the one who looked at himself on every shiny reflection?
Josh had come up with the answer first, spilling purposefully his juice on top of Malia's white top and the narcissistic guy when he passed by. Joshua had apologized profusely, but Malia was no fool. She could see the glint in his eye and most importantly, she could see the glint on the stranger's eye. Those light eyes that were glued to her now transparent shirt and wet cleavage.
After that it had been easy. Batting eyelashes. Hand on his arm, biting her lip, "Do you really live here? It's so fancy!".
"I'm Jackson" he had said, too many fingers while he held a napkin to her chest, faking to help her clean, but trying to cope a feel.
"I'm- Malia" she had answered coyly and he had opened a smile that meant he had all plans to fuck her until he forgot his own name. "I've been sitting here all day, and… soo many boxes?" she giggled "What are you doing? Throwing a party or something?"
"Or something" he had agreed, gesturing for a waiter of the small café and noting down his number "Why don't you stop by tonight. Malia…?"
"Malia Ashton" the name fell from her mouth and he smiled.
"Just say you're my date, gorgeous. Malia Ashley"
She was nothing but a pretty face, she was wasteful and forgetful. One of the many girls he had impressed with his big house. And it was perfect.
"You came" Jackson opened a shining smile and Malia bit down a groan.
"I did" She eyed him from head to toe. Obviously he was too handsome to ignore, but the familiar trace of abhorrent arrogance made her uncomfortable. He didn't hesitate to hold her by the hand and pull her inside the Mansion. Jackson didn't need her consent, she was his dumb eye candy and he knew it.
The place was gigantic. Light and intricate walls covered in paintings and silver objects. A huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the entry; well dressed people walking with champagne glasses as accessories.
"Jackson!" a woman's voice called him and the man turned around, bringing Malia with him.
"Victoria" he opened a queasy smile, eyes glistening with poison. She was older than him by a few decades and had bright red hair. However, the absolute rigidness of her face made her look ageless
"Could you please check if everything is set up for our special guest later? After you have your dance with this young lady, of course"
"Yes, Ma'am" Jackson shook his head and pushed her roughly away from the woman "Let's have our fun, then"
"Who's this mysterious special guest? France's king?" She blinked sweetly, leaning on him and almost chocking on his heavy perfume.
"First of all, France doesn't have a king." He rolled his eyes and pushed her to a crowded room. The place reeked alcohol and something stronger. Even with the women all trapped in long gowns and the men inside fancy tuxedos, they had found a way of making that obscener than a night club. "And second, it's none of your business"
"There was no need to be this rude" a young woman growled, not far from them. In the dark of the makeshift club room, Malia could only see her blond hair and the champagne glass in her hands. The black light reflected into her white pearl teeth and Malia could swear she had bright red marks around her wrists.
"Get lost before I make you" Jackson barked back, his hand around her arm and pulling Malia to the dance floor "Come"
If he wasn't everything she loathed, Malia might have had fun. He was warm and far too handsome and danced like pure sex. He moved slowly and his hands in her arms were well trained. However, Jackson felt wrong against her body. His expensive smell turned her head in the wrong way and the how he grabbed on her like he owned her made Malia want to punch him.
"Bathroom break" She tried to pull away from him, but Jackson shook his head and pushed her closer to him.
"Nice idea"
Before she could answer or break his nose, a loud noise was heard on the other room, followed by a female scream. Jackson pushed her away, turning around and running to the other room.
It was the signal.
Malia turned after him and ran for the door, but before she could go to the stairs, a hand grabbed her by the arm. Malia made the starter of a fight, however a female voice against her ear cut her off. "It's in the second room across the hallway, upstairs. Hurry" And then the sharp nails around her arm vanished and she was left alone in the emptying room.
People were screaming; There was a fight outside and one of the guys had a knife. No, he had a gun! I heard someone was stabbed! Is he dead?!
Malia ran up the stairs, still confused about the woman who had tipped her and got to a large hallway. The candles in the chandeliers and brackets on the walls made the light dance and she squeezed her eyes, slowing down. What if it was a trap? She was unarmed.
Malia pressed her body against a wall and started to cross the hallway, praying she was doing the right thing trusting on the mysterious woman.
The hallways turned into a corner to the left and there were four doors. All of them locked.
Malia clicked the small communicator in her ear. "Hayden, are you listening to me?"
"Yes. Josh and Donovan are just about to leave, you have two minutes."
"Hayden, the door is locked. Tell me you know how to pick a lock" Malia pressed her eyes shut and prayed.
"I don't." a muffled noise and then Corey's voice was heard
"Grab a hairpin in your purse."
Malia thanked whatever deity was watching over her and obeyed "Then what?"
"Open it, turn the bumpy side up and start to insert it on the lock. You gonna use the up side to see what locks are down and then the lower one to raise them"
"Ok" Malia frowned, twisting her wrist to get the right angle and felt the upper side hitting metal "I think I got it"
"Keep doing it, the lock will have four repartitions, you gonna have to pick the ones that are down up"
"Alright…" She picked the first one up and tried to do this to the second one, but couldn't "I can't, Corey, it's not working!"
"She has to leave!" Malia heard Hayden yelling in the background, however Corey's voice was steady.
"Do you have more hairpins? Another one?"
"I don't know" Malia opened her purse and downed the content in the floor "I don't think so…" Her hands were shaking, the noise downstairs was getting worse.
"Malia get the hell out there, Josh and Donovan are leaving!"
"No!" She saw a small object glistening on the candle light and smiled "Found another one, Corey, what do I do?"
"Take the first one from the lock, bend it on the middle and use the lasso-like part. Insert it on the quasi diagonal, on the lower part of the lock"
"Alright"
"Open the second one, until you get a ninety degree angle and insert it over the one you already have in the lock. Start doing what…"
"Malia, get out! Get out now!" Hayden yelled, muffling Corey's words "If you don't get out now, they will find you in a minute!"
"Quiet!" Malia hissed "Let Corey talk"
"…Start doing what you were doing before, but using the ninety degrees pin."
"Alright"
"When you find the one small lock that won't go up, force it gently. You will hear a click. Then do it again until you find a second one"
"I'm going over there." Malia heard Hayden saying, but she forced herself to ignore her friends arguing and focused on the lock. She heard a second click.
"Corey! Corey!" her whisper-scream was cut off by steps on the stairs "Corey, I found the second stiff lock, now what?"
"Now twist the lasso pin like a key and get the fuck out of there!"
Malia obeyed in a hurry, kicking the door open when it started to give under the badly picked lock. She felt the blood ring in her ears as the steps got louder, but entered the room and pushed the door closed gently, before resting her back against the wood and trying to catch her breath.
"Did you make it?!" Hayden was screaming in her ear "Are you ok?! Malia, answer me!"
"I made it" Malia sighed, relief washing over her "I'll talk to you in a minute."
She looked around and felt the air grab in her lungs. The room was crowded with all kind of small objects. Malia walked toward a black wood table and frowned. Over it was a collection of music and jewelry boxes. All made of silver and with small details of wolves chasing people on it. "Creepy…" Malia mumbled to herself, carefully opening one. Inside of it were a delicate knife and a small note "Blade doused in aconite poison"
Whoever was collecting those artifacts had a morbid taste for lethal beautiful weapons. She turned over, seeing an intricate cross bow pinned to a wall and a shining gun under a glass dome. She walked toward it, but saw the warning about the small explosives around the dome.
Something shinning caught her gaze and Malia turned her head. A Faberge egg.
It was precious blue stone with silver details and she couldn't help but want to touch it. It was carefully placed in a cushion pillow over a trophy stand made of glass. The delicate jewel was open and inside of it, draped between velvet, she saw a silvery Flash Drive.
She had found it. Malia made a move to grab it, but noticed the explosives within the trophy stand. She ran across the room and pushed all the music and jewelry boxes on the ground, grabbing the table and pulling it near the Faberge egg.
Malia climbed on top of it and stood in her tip toes to grab the egg without touching the mines. Her hands were sweaty and the jewel almost fell twice, but she did it.
She let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the table, inspecting the Flash Drive. It didn't have any signature that might indicate it was really the one they needed. It had to be this one.
Malia grabbed the black button between the skin of her ribs and her dress and pressed it.
The pain hit her before anything else. Then the noise of the explosives going off all over the room, the ones in the trophy stand turned the table she was sitting on and the ones behind her back – around the glass dome for the gun – shoved her and the table remains against a wall.
Malia closed her fingers tightly around the egg, around the Flash Drive she had risked her life for and heard the loud beep of the button recognizing it. It was Blink&Clean technology, the one she needed.
And then everything turned black.
Her ears were ringing, she could feel something metallic in her mouth and everything was blurred. Malia felt the Faberge egg roll away from her hand and she focused on regaining control over her muscles. The ground shook with another explosion, this time further away and then someone was walking toward her.
She raised her head, blinking to make her vision stop swimming and saw Jackson kneeling down before her, grabbing the egg that was still rolling close to her hand. "…Jackson…" Malia whispered, half begged, when she saw the automatic gun in his hand. He squeezed his eyes and stood up, unlocking the gun and pointing it to her head.
"No, stop…" Malia raised a hand, as if to defend herself, and then heard a loud shot.
She opened her eyes in shock because the pain she had been expecting didn't come and looked around. Jackson had almost fell and he was looking to the other corner of the room. He pulled the trigger of the gun twice before turning around and running away, the blue egg squeezed between his fingers, Malia turned to look over her shoulder and saw a man standing near the door with a gun in his hand.
Malia stood up, adrenaline making her body steady now, and the man walked closer to her, gun still cocked in his hand. She was unarmed and her body was screaming for her to run. He pulled the trigger again and Malia felt her entire body tense, only to hear a muffled sound and a body fell behind her.
"Theo?!"
The moonlight streaking from the bulletproof windows was showering his face and her heart missed a beat. Standing with a gun in hand and death in the grey-blue of his eyes, Theo Raeken was her avenging angel.
Malia was hugging him tightly before she could understand what her body was doing. He was stiff at first, before relaxing and letting out a relieved sigh, wrapping his arms around her. The tears that had been trapped in her throat since he betrayed her and left Blink&Clean eight months ago filled up her eyes and she swallowed down the lump in her throat "I thought you were dead…"
"No, never…" Theo whispered, before pulling away from the hug and cupping her face. Malia closed her eyes under his touch, all the anger that she had once felt gone and his skin burning hers like an infernal shiver. She wrapped an arm around his neck and her hand went to his hair, pulling him closer, every inch of her body craving him, frenziedly desiring him.
Their lips touched, painfully burning against each other, and Malia let out a sigh, her heart hammering in her chest. His breath was in her mouth, his taste coated her tongue and Malia wanted to drown in his scent, in his heat.
"What is it?" Malia whispered, feeling something warm and liquid against her fingers. She started to pull away, interrupting before the kiss even started, but Theo dropped the gun in the floor with a loud noise and pushed her against a wall, crashing their mouths together.
Every question left her mind. He was alive, his touch all over her and Malia closed her eyes firmly and kissed him back. The hunger took over, her hand dropped from his hair to his nape, pulling him closer, wanting Theo to be inside of her in more ways than just the sexual one. She breathed him, tasted the salt of his skin and the warmth of his neck and drowned in the kisses he was pressing in the hollow of her chest and neck.
"I thought I wouldn't ever see you again" his voice was a whisper confessed in her skin but she heard it loud, echoing in her head over and over again. She thought he was dead, neutralized and washed away from her memory, but there he stood. "I thought I would die before seeing you again…"
Malia pulled away, the reality crashing down. The warm liquid in her hands and dripping down his neck, the security screaming downstairs, the gunshots and his deadly pale face.
"What's going on? What are you doing here?" She pushed him to the moonlight again and cursed loudly when realized her hand was covered in blood "You're hurt"
"It's nothing." Theo grabbed his gun on the ground and checked the ammo "C'mon, we gotta go before they find us"
"What are you doing here?" Malia asked, kicking lightly the man who might be dead on the ground and when he didn't respond, she grabbed his gun.
"I was working on a case, trying to get info about a missing man…"
"You're the agent Angelo contracted, I know" Malia frowned, walking past him. Theo grabbed her by the hand, his fingers wrapping around hers like he never wanted to let go, and let her lead the way.
He spied on the hallway "We can run upstairs to the roof and then climb down to the street behind this, where we can steal a car"
"No" Malia rolled her eyes "I'll call Hayden and tell her to wait for us there." She grabbed her dress and huffed "Stupid thing" mumbled under breath, before tearing it open until the middle of her tight.
"What are you doing here, Malia?" Theo asked, not sparing a look to the naked skin she was exposing and instead, making sure nobody got to them.
"I'll tell you when we leave here"
"Ok." He shot someone and Malia heard the steps.
"How many?"
"Too much" Theo whispered, turning around and starting to run, pulling her by the hand. They crossed the door through which Jackson had vanished and entered a small office. There were big windows, and only one huge metal door across the room. No way they could open it. Theo pulled her to the window.
"It's bulletproof, Theo, don't waste our ammo"
"Bulletproof glass doesn't exist" He growled "Guard the door"
"Don't order me around, jackass" Malia bit back, but she couldn't be mad. Not when she had just discovered he was alive. She grabbed the gun and closed the door enough so she could protect herself from the shots, but still see the entry of the other chamber. The guards seemed to be in the hallways still.
"Why they aren't chasing us?"
"Kanima already warned them he has the Flash Drive safe. Chasing us would be a waste of bullet." Malia heard a loud shot behind her and turned around. Theo had glued his hand to the corner of the window and then pressed the trigger. With such a close range shot, the bullet pierced through the thick plastic-glass. She turned to the other room and saw a man entering it.
"Theo… Hurry up"
"Ok" Another two shots and the man in the other room raised his machine gun, walking toward them. Malia aimed him, letting her finger drop to the trigger.
"He has a machine gun, Raeken, hurry the fuck up" she whispered to him, taking a deep breath and pressing the trigger. She hit him in the arm and he let out a painful yelp before triggering his gun. Malia kicked the door shut, locked it and fell on the ground right when the bullet holes appeared on the door, letting the light enter their room.
"Theo?"
She heard a loud noise and realized he had climbed over the office's chair and was now kicking the feet-sized hole he had opened on the window. The plastic-glass was bending. Theo shot again, opening a bigger hole.
"C'mon, get up" He called her. Malia crawled away from the door just as another round of shots pierced through it, and jumped on the chair with him.
"Take this goddamn skirt off" Theo growled, tearing the rest of her dress away "Ok, you're small, you can pass through this hole and grab hard on the border."
"I'll fall on the street and die"
"No you won't, I'll hold you"
"You won't pass through it, you're too big" Malia squeezed her eyes and heard a loud gunshot outside the door. They were going to blow it open.
"Your weight will bend the plastic more; it'll be big enough for me." He stripped down his jacket and grabbed her by the torso. "C'mon"
The hole was small, but Malia figured the pain of the sharp glass-plastic scratching her was better than being shot. She passed the legs first and he lowered her outside, placing her hands on the edges of the window.
"Don't look down, don't look down" Malia whispered to herself, while the window-glass bent and moaned under her weight. She heard a loud noise and looked up in time to see the door being burst open. His name escaped her lips in a terror scream before she could stop it and he turned around to defend himself.
Malia watched in horror as he fought through three armed man and the window bent with her, making it easier and easier for her to fall. Her hands were sweaty on the surface; eyes glued to his pale face and the ruthless shine of his eyes while Theo snapped a neck with his bare hands and dropped the body on the ground. He kicked the chair to the door, fixing it so to block the entry for seconds and ran to the window.
Theo shocked against it with a tremor, his hands grabbing the hole's edges and Malia let out a small squeal of terror when his shock almost made her fall. "I got you" Theo mumbled, turning around with struggle and getting outside. His weigh made the window bend violently.
"We're gonna fall"
"Better than being shot" Theo smiled, his face red with the struggle and adrenalin "You gonna have to jump over there"
"No" Malia turned her head to see the windowsill of another room. "No way"
"You jump there and you'll have support for your feet, so you don't fall. Then we go to the roof." Theo cursed when the door on the room they had been on burst open again "GO NOW!"
She used the force of her arms to impulse herself and jumped without thinking twice. Malia was falling. She tried to grab on something, anything, and then felt the cold stone against her fingers. It tried to slip away, but Malia grabbed it tightly with her nails and used her arms to raise her body. She had clutched where her feet were supposed to rest.
"Theo, come!" Malia yelled, looking up to see the details of the gutter. Malia jumped, holding for her dear life on the metal and used to it to help her get to the roof. She dropped her body against the roof tiles and took a deep breath.
She heard him jump and stood up in a hurry to look down at him. Theo was grabbing on the gutter with one hand, the other one too busy shooting the man whose hand and head was appearing through the window's hole.
"Give me your hand" Malia held him by the arm, her nails digging on his skin, and tried to pull him up. Theo dropped his gun and grabbed on the gutter with his now free hand, helping her.
His body fell over hers, crushing some tiles underneath Malia, but all she could do was let out a relived sigh and try to stead her breath. "We made it" she whispered, while Theo tried to untangle himself from her "We made it"
"Not yet" Theo stood up and helped her. Malia noticed how he almost lost balance. His face was whiter now.
"Let me see it" She grabbed him by the shirt and circled him.
"We don't have time, Malia"
"Shut up" Her eyes widened in terror. He had a big cut coming from the back of his ear to the beginning of his nape. Blood was soaking his shirt. "Fuck, Theo" Malia whispered, clicking the communicator in her ear and praying it still worked after the explosion.
"Malia!" Hayden's voice was loud and a tab bit hysteric. Theo grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her across the roof.
"Hayden, I'm with Theo on the roof of the Mansion"
"Theo?! Malia, he is dead"
"Not the time to argue, Hayden!" She gasped when Theo jumped a chimney and almost pulled her arm off her body "Get the car to the street behind the mansion, now. And get Corey, Theo is hurt"
"What about you, are you hurt?!"
"Not yet" Malia pressed the button turning off the call. The end of the roof was only a few meters away and Theo stopped.
"We're going to jump" He turned for her.
"Are you trying to get us killed?"
Theo opened a small smile "Can you see the gutter pipes over there? On the house?"
"Yes"
"We're going to jump on it and then climb to the ground"
"You're a fucking lunatic" Malia growled, taking her heels off and throwing them away. She took a step back and ran, jumping off of the roof. Her body hit the pipe with a nauseating crack and Malia knew she had probably dislocated or broken something. Her mouth filled up with blood from the shock and she spat it out on the ground, wrapping her legs around the duct and climbing it down.
Theo fell on the ground before her, when his legs gave in meters away from the floor. Malia jumped to his side and noticed there was a dark humid spot on his already black pants.
He was gasping for breath on the floor when she helped him up with her good hand.
"You've been shot"
"I'll survive" Theo rolled his eyes and rested his back against the house wall, like he wanted to blend on the shadows. "Tell me what you're doing here" his voice was breathless and Malia dragged him to a small dark alley between the houses.
"I was contracted with a team to get the Flash Drive you made."
"Angelo?"
"Yes" Malia put her hands on her knee and panted from the pain in her shoulder "He's crazy about his son"
"He could have just sent a mission after me, you know? To save me." his voice was bitter and Malia felt a hand on her shoulder and then everything turned blinding white. She bit down a scream from pain and opened her eyes, realizing he had put her shoulder back on place.
"We thought you were dead. Everyone did"
Theo grimaced "Not dead. Just knocked out and prisoner on this stupid mansion"
"Prisoner?" Malia frowned "How are you here, Theo?"
"Kate kept me alive. After I dropped her last job she was… Pissed, to say the least. She didn't get what she wanted and blamed me… I guess she thought a quick death was too easy for me."
"Kate? Who's Kate?"
"Kate Argent. The one that contracted me to do the… The case against your family." He closed his eyes and wet his lips.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"You're lying" She accused, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him against the wall "The Hale case was finished."
"Not by me" Theo answered with a shallow voice. He took a deep breath "I dropped it the second you found out"
"Why?" She didn't want to think about it, to feel the betrayal and the anger again. Malia didn't want to hate him when she had just got him back.
"I couldn't finish it, ok? I thought I could… I thought it would be easy like that: Feelings have nothing to do with business after all. But I couldn't finish it."
"You want me to believe on you?" Malia growled, pressing him more on the wall "You want me to trust you?"
"No" Theo whimpered in pain "You asked me how I got to this mansion and I'm answering. If you're going to believe it or not, it's not my problem"
"Fine" bitterness coated her tongue. He had saved her life endless times just that night, she wanted to trust him. She wanted to believe on him with the same intensity that her body craved for him. However, logic wouldn't let her. Theo Raeken was a liar. He would put his job before her any hour and Malia knew it. "So you were captured and kept alive because Kate Argent hates you…"
"They were keeping me locked under the mansion. She was…" He grimaced from pain and Malia felt when his legs buckled. She helped him sit down and cursed when felt the heat of his skin. He was burning up. "She tortured me to work for her, to get whatever it was on the Hale Vault."
"The Hale Vault was already stolen" Malia cut him off, grabbing a piece of her already trashed dress and pressing it to the cut in head.
"Whoever made the job didn't… - Didn't steal the right thing." Theo closed his eyes and took a deep breath "And then tonight, I guess they were going to end me. The party… It's been weeks they don't torture me…"
"And then what?" He was losing consciousness "Then what, Theo?!"
"Then you came" His body dropped to the side and Malia forced him to sit up.
"Don't pass out, Theo, only a few more minutes and Hayden will be here" She guaranteed, but her voice was breaking in panic "Tell me more… keep talking, Theo!"
But he didn't answer. Malia wrapped an arm around his chest and clicked the communicator hidden in her ear.
"Hayden! Hayden, are you here already?! Hayden!"
"Getting on the street in this exact moment" The conversation ended and Malia dropped him, running out of the alley and waving her arms. The car turning the corner stopped and Hayden jumped out.
"Malia, what's going on?!"
"Get Corey, Theo is knocked out and hurt!"
Corey was almost carried out of the car, Hayden's hand on his arm strong and firm. He dropped to his knees by Theo' side and grabbed his cell phone, turning on the lantern. Corey forced Theo's eyes open and cursed "Uneven pupils. Concussion." He passed an arm around Theo's chest "Help me get him to the car"
"C'mon, Theo, you can't die now…" Malia heard Hayden whispering. The younger girl turned for her "Enter the car, Malia"
She obeyed and Theo's head was placed on her lap. Corey went to the passenger side, while Hayden started the car.
"He's burning up" the man whispered "Help me strip him"
"What?"
"STRIP HIS CLOTHES OFF!" Corey growled "We have to cool him before he has more brain damage"
"More brain damage?" She asked, her hands shaking while she helped him take Theo' shirt off. His chest was covered in scars that she knew hadn't been there eight months ago.
"He opened his skull, Malia. He is screwed" Corey tried to take the pants off, but Theo started to shake.
"Corey! Corey, what the hell is going on?!" Malia yelled, grabbing Theo by the shoulders while he twisted and shook in her arms.
"He's seizing, help me turn him on his side"
"Should we put something on his mouth so he doesn't bite his tongue off?" Hayden asked, making a violent turn.
"Shut the fuck up, Hayden, or God help me" Corey rolled his eyes to her question "Just drive"
"Yes, sir" Hayden spat back, stepping harder on the gas pedal.
"Corey?" Malia called, when Theo' seizure started to calm down.
"What?" Corey had taken his pants off and was making sure Theo's head was still.
"Save him."