Mission Gone Wrong 8: Injured Parties

My response to the prompt careful.

Previously on Mission Gone Wrong: Questions and Reasons.

Genre: fantasy

 

~Injured Parties~

Ezra hissed as Eileen prodded his swelling ankle. In his panic, Theo hadn’t held back his strength. If Eileen hadn’t sedated him when she did, the newbie would have crushed his ankle completely.

“It doesn’t look like it’s broken, but try not to put any weight on it. I’ll make a cold compress.” Eileen picked out a compressed towel from the field kit. “Be right back.”

She headed over to the small stream that bubbled at one corner of the cavern. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one looking for water. A monster colony was walking towards them through one of the tunnels. Their leisurely pace suggested that they didn’t know there were humans nearby, but that would change if they didn’t leave before the monsters arrived.

“We need to move,” Ezra said when Eileen returned.

“What happened?” Eileen asked as she wrapped the cold compress around his ankle.

“A colony of eleven monsters will arrive here in roughly fifteen minutes.”

“Where do you suggest we go?” Vincent asked.

“We can risk it and go up, or risk it and go to the other tunnel, or risk it and ambush the colony first. Your decision, Vice-Captain.”

Vincent looked longingly up at the exposed sky before turning his attention back to the ground.

“Have you figured out where the other tunnel goes?” the vice-captain asked.

“No, but it looks clear so far.”

“Then we’ll go there. Can you walk?”

“If I have to.”

“Eileen, we’ll carry Theo. Ezra, let us know if you need help. Let’s go.”

Eileen pulled him to his feet. He tested his injured ankle. Putting his weight on it sent waves of pain up his leg, the kind of pain that warned of broken bones if he kept pushing it beyond its limit.

For the fourth time that day, Ezra duplicated himself. This time, he created a physical copy that was just an empty shell and didn’t share his injured ankle. That should do as a crutch for now. It would be better if he didn’t need to split himself again, but the newbie, who shouldn’t be moved at all, needed the extra attention.

He would just need to be extra careful.

~Next: Flattery for Hillary~

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Posted on October 10, 2016, in Defenders of the Wall and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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