Post by Justin McDowell on Jun 10, 2012 23:41:18 GMT -8
Branched off from Cut Short.
December 23, 2011
6:59 am
The moment Sofi had asked for his help to carry Pandora, Justin had jumped to action. Sofi had been right in saying Professor Faust wouldn't hear his calls--at least, as far as Justin was concerned, she was. Whether Professor Faust had heard him and hurried down would forever remain a mystery to the teen who had immediately moved to grab his cousin's legs and help his friend lift her. Besides, he had figured, what would he have been able to do that would have been better than where they were going to take her? This person could actually save her. They just had to be fast, a task which Justin quickly found to be harder than he thought while helping Sofi carry his cousin. Halfway there, he told Sofi to stop, and he had lifted her in his arms. It was sheer determination and adrenaline that had made the task possible in the awkward fashion in which he'd had to lift her. He couldn't feel the pain he'd later be experiencing in his back nor was any potential harm he was causing himself on his mind.
The trek up to the ground floor and then the first floor were made as quickly as the boy could manage with someone in his arms and two flights of stairs to contend with. He had to pause at least once or twice (ok, maybe three times) and listen to Sofi's brand of encouragement to keep going or hand her over. But finally they made it, Justin feeling winded but determined to finish the task. He carried her promptly to the nearest hospital bed, figuring Sofi would take care of the rest. He made Pandora as comfortable as he could manage without knowing what she was feeling or not feeling and sunk into a chair, staring at his cousin's form a moment before realizing he needed to put pressure against the bandage. It had been far too long without proper pressure, and who knew what she'd lost. He was afraid to look at his arm and shoulder area where he had attempted to keep her centered in the race to the hospital wing.
Justin stood abruptly as though startled and reached out for the bloody cloth, pressing against her wound. She had to make it. She had to make it. She had to make it.
((Bah, Justin.))