"I will happily make that deal," he told her, pressing a kiss to the side of her head tenderly. It was so easy to just hold her, to forget where they were as the relief took over. Brea was ashamed to admit how easy it was, but his friend's words and Logan's protests about hurting herself more shook him out of his head. There was still a very real possibility here that Corey might not make it, and they had to do everything in their power to make sure that didn't happen.
As if on cue, Colt's screams and begging started from across the room, and he felt his heart drop. Flashbacks to Terranox nearly paralyzed him, but Brea shook them off. Baja was fine, she had survived. Corey would too. He had already been considering picking her up when Logan stumbled into him again, and he didn't waste another second hurrying over to Colt. As soon as they got there, the cold feeling spread through him even more, and he felt a twist of pain in his heart as he looked at Corey. There was blood on the side of her mouth, but her skin was deathly pale save for that spot of color. Her chest wasn't rising and falling anymore, though if he hadn't noticed that then Colt's reaction would have been enough to clue him into what was going on.
He tried to hold onto Logan as she squirmed, but eventually let her go as Corey took in a sharp gasp of air seemingly out of nowhere. Brea knew it wasn't as random as it might seem, but he didn't have the capacity to focus on that right now. Colt was right, they didn't have any time, they had to move fast. Setting Logan down gently, he decided wasting time arguing when she wasn't going to listen anyway was pointless. He kept one eye on her as he started his own focus, but it wasn't the keen observation he usually kept over her so he missed what she moved those few steps to grab. The only sounds for several moments were the rattling breaths from Corey, growing more and more spaced out, and the soft murmurs as Brea started summoning his magic.
As Logan moved back into his field of vision, he noted her hand, but didn't comment. They had to stay focused right now or Corey was going to die. Plain and simple. Though as he looked at the bowl, Brea's gaze went to his girlfriend with a bit of disbelief and awe. "We are so going to have a talk about all these star things when we get back to school," he informed her, then turned to Colt. "Okay. You're not going to lie this, but the best way to do this is to pull her off the metal holding her there first." At his friend's expression, he held up a hand. "There's no sense in healing her a little only to ultimately kill her when we pull her off," he explained, voice calm. "I'll be ready with the magic, you get her to drink the thing right away. Got it?" Corey was shifting, causing rasping whimpers to leave her as the metal through her wrists and abdomen wrenched. Brea pushed back the heartache, the worry, and focused only on the plan.
"Now, Colt," he said, waiting until he heard the unbearably gut-wrenching scream that meant Colt had pulled her off to start the spell, trusting the other man to get his girlfriend to drink the concoction before it was too late.