When everything was over, and it was safe, we all helped to drag the Flighters out of the safe room and to the platform. It was my understanding that an aircraft of some sort was gonna come and pick them up. Then they’d be back off to brainwash city.
Almost everyone was injured. The most severe, surprisingly, wasn’t Kyle. Xavier took a few nasty blows to the head and ribcage, he had two broken ribs, a black eye, and a bleeding head that would need a lot of stitches.
Kyle was the second worse though. Followed by Kadence, who had a large gash on her chin from being punched. And one broken rib. Everyone else, except for Madi, had a few bruises and scrapes. Even Talia has a small cut on her foot from when she was trying to get Madi to safety. She apparently stepped on a nail. Not the best battle scar, but pretty good for Talia.
Kyle was still out cold. His breathing was slow, as was his heartrate. I helped Darrel carry Kyle up to the medical room. Claire tried to help me carry him, but she’s just too frail.
We layed Kyle down in a cot, and covered him up with a sheet. Darrel left, as Claire and I tended to Kyle. Moments later, Jessie came in to see Kyle. She looked shaken.
“I was hoping he’d be awake already.” She said.
“It may take a while, Jessie. It was a pretty big blow.” Claire explained as she put an IV in Kyle’s hand.
“How are you?” Jessie asked, looking at me.
“Oh… uh… I’m fine.” I stammered.
“It’s your fault.”
Jessie’s sudden outburst caught me off guard. Claire even stopped and turned her head. I didn’t know what to say. Was it my fault? I mean, he did stop to see if I was okay. Then he got smashed in the head. Maybe it was my fault.
“If you hadn’t have turned his attention to yourself, this never would’ve happened! You didn’t even warn him! You bitch!” Jessie shouted.
“Jessie, I…” I was cut off.
“Just get out!” She shouted.
When I didn’t move, frozen in shock, she screamed again, “Now!”
I ran out of the room in tears. Right when I ran out, I heard Claire say, “He’s waking up!”
And I couldn’t be there for it. I couldn’t be there give Kyle my support. I couldn’t be there to tell him it was okay. I couldn’t be there, for Kyle.