Fazy
a fluff
[Fley Sanders]
With the sudden disappearance of Ryo and A, Fley didn't have anything left to worry about. It seemed that the majority of A's clones had gone, too, and though they may have been easy to take on, she was feeling so limp and tired, she'd surely fall at the slightest hit. She was by his side as he said something, his voice barely audible but just loud enough for her to hear. "Glad you're back, Fley." And then, he was out. Don't die on me. Don't leave me alone. She was in no condition to be picking him up, though her resolve to find him safety, security, and a place to heal was so strong, she was not going to give up. Especially since he had not given up on her. Even though he wasn't conscious, she spoke to him, trying to catch her breath while she worked up some strength. "Why didn't you fight me? Why did you... why didn't you hit me with lightning or something?" The answer was obvious though, and she hated him for not fighting her. She was going to cry, but she'd cried herself out earlier. There were no moisture left inside her. She felt dehydrated, drained, empty - more in soul than in body. Using all of her strength, she tried to lift him, failing miserably. Not enough strength. Fley hated herself for doing it - what if she lost control again? She couldn't even trust herself, now - but she morphed to wolf form, evidently having more strength. Still, she hoisted Ryujin onto her back, far stronger than she had been before, encasing him in a warm layer of heated ice that seemed to melt and reform just as quickly. Where the ice was coming from... well, she had no clue. How she'd brought it, she also did not know. The dorms were too far to get to, and the infirmary was demolished. Impossible to find anything of use in there, and through going there, she also faced the risk of fighting another battle, something she could not afford. Heading to a shady area among a grove of trees, she lay him down on the ground, transformed to human, placing his head upon her lap. She examined his wounds. No life-threatening injuries, but if that gash stayed for too long, it could make for quite a dangerous infection, not to mention he was losing a lot of blood. Take that back; this could be life-threatening. "Wake up, please." She hugged him - it was the only thing she could do to keep him warm. It was the one thing she knew to do for people who lost consciousness. It was a desperate move, yes, but she had no other option. "Please, please wake up." Her voice cracked, moving to a higher pitch as she removed her shirt and wrapped it around his chest, tying it around the back to stop the bleeding, even a little. It was just big enough to tie a knot with the short sleeves, though longer sleeved shirts would have been better. Cursing her selection of clothing, she went back to hugging him, shivering in the cold. Though she was only wearing her bra now, she couldn't possibly care less.
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