A Life in High School, Ch. 7
#7 of A Life in High School
7 of a Life in High School
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Rend's P.O.V.
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"No!" I yelled. There could be no way, but that was the only possible solution.
I tore off my shoes and socks so I could get better traction, and _ran_down the side of the cliff. Gravity had no effect on me. Did I mention that bending gravity was part of being an Elemental? No? Well, now you know.
Anyways, the wind tore at my fur as I slowed and dropped to the floor, bending my knees to absorb the small five-foot-drop shock. I bent down. "It is him!" I shouted up. They had been gaping at me, but now they hurried to climb down the mountain. Alan and Ron made it down first, pulling out some first aid kits and attempting to stop the bleeding.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Well, first, we need you to stop panicking, and second, call 9-1-1. Tell them that Alan and Ron are here but we can't really do anything without the equipment in the ambulance. Also, tell them our coordinates."
I nodded and made the call. About five minutes of talking and explaining later, I hung up. "As soon as I told them that Rend was talking they decided to listen. I guess I'm famous throughout the city now."
"And somebody who survived a murder attempt should not?" Alan glanced up at me inquisitively.
I shook my head. "Never mind. They're on their way."
Alan nodded. "Good. The bleeding has pretty much stopped except for the leg trapped under the boulder, so we just need to get his wounds cleaned and stitched up to prevent infection. The shattered leg we will have to let a surgeon look at..." He paused and glanced up at me. "It's possible that we'll need to amputate."
"Okay," I said.
"Did you understand me?" he asked. "We might need to amputate."
"Oh, yeah," I said, "I'm completely fine with that."
Alan glanced at Ron while saying, "He's going into shock." He stood quickly and turned to me. "Rend, lay down." I started to shake my head. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. "I said lay down!" he grunted as I collided with the grass. He then took an emergency blanket and laid it over me.
I began to get cold all over, and I felt my right arm start to tense up. "Oh," I said, catching Alan's attention, "and I'm starting to seize."
"Help me hold him," Alan said to Connely and Ron. Jon looked over the edge of the cliff. "Jon," Alan shouted up. "We need you down here. Rend is starting to seize and Red is near death."
Jon swore and ran down the cliff, same way I did. "Hello, friend," I said, and seized. My memory went blank after that--I suppose I blacked out.
I woke up in a chair next to Red's hospital bed. For a second, I was held in ignorance, blissful ignorance; I completely forgot all that had happened during the past few days. But directly after that, it all came rushing back: the festival, the lights, Red disappearing and reappearing bloodied at the bottom of that cliff, and finally, my seizure. The seizure puzzled me the most--my family had no record of them that I knew of, and that's the first time I've ever seized.
Just then, the door opened. "So you're awake," came the voice from the other side of the door, through the crack. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," I said, recognizing the voice but not able to place it in my foggy state.
The football coach, Mace, stepped through the door. "I just wanted to check up on you guys, make sure you were doing okay."
"Everything's fine, as far as I know," I said, puzzled. I wasn't sure why Mace would show up. "Hey, Coach?"
He turned his head to me as he stopped just short of exiting the room. "What is it?"
"Well, you just told me why you were here," I said, and he nodded, "but football-related question, did I get any scholarships?"
Mace shook his head. "Not one, and I'm amazed, with how well you played before. It might have something to do with your getting attacked. They're not sure of your condition, or if you might have relapses. At least," he said, and winked, "that's my guess." Then he exited the room, the door softly clicking shut behind him.
Hours passed--I'm not exactly sure how many, even to this day--but at some point, Red woke up. He gasped, sucking pure oxygen in through the tube attached to his head. He turned his head and looked at me, and the pain in his eyes--from his injuries, I hope--broke my heart.
"Hey, Rend," he said, voice strained. "Mace is the aggressor."
"What?" I said. "But he was just in here, and nice as could be!"
"That's my point. Either he has MPD or he's putting on a face!" He forced those last words out and fell unconscious again.
Just after Red fell unconscious, Mace walked in again. "Is he talking?"
I shook my head, pondering what Red in fact had just told me. "Not that I'm aware of. Sure you aren't just hearing things?"
"Yeah," he said, stepping fully into the room. There seemed to be a lump on his right arm.
"Did you get bruised or something?" I asked.
He looked at his arm. "Oh, no. This is just something--" his voice deepened "--to kill you with." He lunged at me right after he finished speaking.
I jerked to the right and he flew by, the 'hidden' knife popping out of his sleeve. The point shaved fur off of my cheek, and adrenalin pumped through my veins, readying me for the coming fight. I leapt out of the chair and tackled him to the ground, wrestling for control of the knife.
"Help!" I screamed. "Help!"
"Shut up, you damned wretch," he grunted.
A nurse and two police officers kicked the door down--apparently Mace had locked it while turned--and the two officers lunged to help me contain Mace. I let them take over and watched as they cuffed him and took the knife from his hands. As they dragged him out the door, he growled, "I swear to you, this is not the last you'll see of me. Either of you!"
The nurse sighed. "Sorry about that. I guess I should have paid more attention." Then she glanced at the doorway. "Have to get that fixed."
I shrugged. "No big D. I suppose I was just lucky enough to hold him down long enough for you to get here."
"Were you hurt?" she asked.
"Nah. I managed to dodge the first attack, and I managed to hold him down after that. Maybe you should look at the tape; I don't think he came in through the front."
"No?"
I shook my head. "No. My guess is, he came in through one of the windows in an empty room and got into the hallways from there. Maybe security should check the tape--that would be able to tell them."
"Good point. I'll go tell them that; you stay here. Okay? Red will be able to leave soon."
I nodded. "Okay."
The nurse left.
Another half hour passed before Red woke up again. Once again, he gasped, filling his lungs of his own will, and his eyes flew open. "Are you okay?" he immediately asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said. I looked more closely at him. "Your leg didn't get amputated."
"Course it didn't," he said. "It was only broken in, like, five or six places."
I frowned. "You're already in a weak boot. How do you heal so fast?"
He shrugged. "A side effect of my ability, I suppose."
Laughing, I watched Red. The pain in his eyes mirrored the pain I was feeling inside, the pain I had harbored for so long. I shook my head and turned, striding out of the room. I checked out of the hospital and called my parents, asking for a ride home. My mom said she'd be at the hospital in about ten minutes.
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