As they sailed through the air she realized too late what Tamwyn was doing as she felt his arms wrap around her and the angry sparking of her skin as it tried to stop the contact. Were she in a better state of mind, like say not sailing through the air after a serial killer tried to murder her because she almost let him, she might have had the will to stop her aegis. But she was terrified, and she couldn’t calm herself as they tumbled through the sky. She thought back idly to Tamwyn’s offer to take her flying and almost laughed, this was not what either of them had been envisioning she was sure. As he maneuvered to cradle her against him she would ball up her fists, squeezing her eyes shut tight as the sparks from her body snapped and popped, and her hair whipped wildly in the wind. They flew for what seemed an impossibly long time and she knew it wouldn’t be long until they crashed into the ground. She wasn’t afraid of dying she realized, she was afraid of having every bone in her body shatter and not dying from it. Her stomach heaved as gravity finally pulled them back into its embrace and she gritted her teeth as she curled closer in towards the person she would most likely die with.
The collision into the rocks made a sickening crash and thump noise and for a second she thought she might actually be dead. She wasn’t hurt and she’d just flown miles and miles through the air and fallen to the ground. She had to be dead. Right? Her confusion was set aside as she heard a groan of pain from beneath her and she realized why she wasn’t dead; Tamwyn had used his body to protect her from the force of their fall. Rolling off of him quickly she would turn to assess the situation. Lying in front of her was the crumpled and profusely bleeding form of her mission partner. “Shit, shit, shit.” She would say under her breath as she saw that not only was he badly injured he was also very unconscious. She had only rudimentary knowledge of first aid, and also only when it applied to her own body. She’d always been responsible for patching herself up, no one else did. So if she wanted her flesh and bones to heal properly she had to fix it herself. The difference between doing that and what she was looking at now was that when she’d been injured she always knew what was wrong, because it was her own body. Of course she knew.
She would move over to his head kneeling beside him and gently pat at his cheek trying to wake him. She didn’t want to strike him, she had no idea how extensive his injuries were. Her violet eyes darted between his unconscious face and the blood pouring from his chest. “Why did you do that you fucking idiot?!” She was mad, really mad. Somewhere in her heart she knew she wasn’t worth anything, wasn’t worth getting hurt for and certainly not worth dying for. As she moved to examine his wound she could see a thin piece of rock sticking out of his pectoral muscle near his shoulder. “God fucking dammit Tamwyn! Why in the name of all that is not completely idiotic would you do something so stupid?” She knew better than to try to remove the bit of rock here, as soon as she took it out there would be nothing to stop the bleeding. She had to move him, get him somewhere safe so she could deal with it properly. “Fuck!” She would scream at the sky as she looked over to him and placing a gloved hand on his jaw would shake his head more vigorously. “Wake up you moron! You weren’t supposed to get hurt, so wake up so that I can fix your dumb ass and you can stop being a twit.”