3rd POV Nudge

With Max, Fang, Ari, and Sare down, they were all sort of clueless. None of them knew what was happening. It had all happened so fast. Too fast.

One minute Ari and Sare where demonstrating their power, the next all hell broke loose. One minute they were in a nice little clearing, meeting eachother, the next they're surrounded by Erasers. One minute they're having a nice time at Dr. Martinez's house, the next ... Nudge didn't even know.

She was speechless (which was quite an accomplishment). Max was struggling to stay concious. Fang had already passed out, like Ari and Sare. Jason had ripped his shirt off. He has a six pack... Nudge thought dreamily. With a shake of her head she snapped out of it. This was not time for her teenager self to oggle at hot guys. Anyways, Jason had ripped his shirt off to strip bandages and he pressed some it to Sare's face. Hoping to stop the bleeding, because our healer was currently working on the worst of everyone, Fang. Nudge thought that Fang was usually the one to get the serious life-threatening injuries, even though he was the toughest... right next to Max. Elizabeth was mumbling something under her breath. She danced her hand over Fangs stomach the quickest she could and jumped over to where Sare was. Mumbling and her hands on both sides of Sare's face, Nudge watched as the open wound faded into a scar. Iggy was finished popping Max's shoulder in and hurried over to Ari to pop hers in to.

It was all going so fast, Nudge wasn't sure what was happening, but she scurried over to help the Gasman put the bandages on Max's shoulder. Dr. Martinez called out that everything would be alright and ran inside to set up some beds. Payne and Rob grabbed both of Fangs' arms and threw them over their shoulders, heaving them inside. Jason picked Sare up after Iggy and Liz were finished and rushed her inside. Elizabeth rushed to Ari, cursing herself, which Nudge thought surprising. But she was busy trying to stop Max's bleeding.

The midnight sky twinkled with stars above them. No one noticed the black figures fleeing in the distance.

*Time Lapse*

Sare POV

Intense pain.

That was all I could feel. Well that and a pressure on my hand. An annoying pressure. It kept stroking the left side of my face. I didn't want to focus on a pleasant feeling when I was in this much pain. On the opposite side of my face, all I could feel was fire.

Stroke.

Ugh. I tried to focus on the thumb. Really focus. I soon discovered that it was a male, no female had thumbs that big. I didn't know who it could be. And I didn't particularly want to find out. It was like that hand was soothing, yet it was stroking the flames.

Stroke.

This was going to be a long torturous day.

Ember POV

I was curled up near the beds, silently watching the four injured flock.

Max was twitching, which was probably a sign that she was going to wake up soon, but I couldn't be too sure. Her wing was out, and even though it was fixed, she wouldn't be able to fly for at least a few more days.

Fang was ever silent, arm over his stomach protectively. He wasn't going to wake up for a while. But, he would be able to fly as soon as he did.

Ari was hunched over, arms curling around her legs. A light snore escaped her open lips.

Sare was the worst. Even though she looked as if she was going to wake up any second. The whole right side of her face was a light red and her breathing was hitched. Her wing hadn' t mended. Jason was perched on a chair next to her bed, stroking her good cheek, and smoothing out her hair.

Who did this? Who caused all of their old Eraser battle scars to split open so randomly?

But you know what: I never get my questions answered.

And with that thought, I will take the time to apologize (I'm sorry). I also hate it when an Author never updates. I was being selfish. I'm really sorry. Truly. I promise that this story will be completed...eventually. And don't scream at me please. I'm just having a bit of trouble writing, but thats not a good. At all. I apologize again. Sorry.