Brea hated the scream that came from the smaller girl, able to hear the anguish and agony in the sound almost as strongly as if he were experiencing it himself. Logan’s echoing sound tore at his heart, but he couldn’t let his focus break. He hated to admit that not watching Colt tear his girlfriend off the impalements was a small mercy he was grateful for, and he had no idea how his friend was managing to do it without breaking.
He started to murmur, his hands moving in patterns that would aid the spell work, eyes closed as he focused. Corey wailed, the sound pitiful and heart-wrenching at the same time, though fairly quickly she started to cough as the movement caused blood to flow more freely than even it had been before. The agony was unbearable, and there were a couple times she definitely was not on the same plane as everyone else, though Colt’s touch and voice kept her tethered from falling completely into oblivion. Brea’s magic had already knit her wounds, preventing her from fading dangerously anymore by the time she was vaguely aware of the sensation of something pressing against her lips. Corey’s mouth opened on instinct, though she coughed as her throat struggled to remember how it was supposed to function. Somehow, she managed to swallow a good portion of it, which stopped the coughing and returned some color to her face. Her eyes were still closed, breathing ragged from the pain and continuous trips back and forth to the brink and over of death, but more steady as Colt settled her head in his lap. Her body, already small and slight, looked even more frail with her injuries and the way she shook against him.
Brea’s eyes opened in time to see Logan on the ground next to her sister, concern on his face as to how she’d gotten there. Kneeling beside her, he muttered a few words, closing the wound she’d opened to make whatever she’d given her sister. He didn’t have anything left then, but it was obvious they’d done enough to give Corey a chance at surviving now. “We have a car,” he said gently to his girlfriend, running his hand through her hair as Corey whimpered and turned towards Colt.
“Colt….please…” came as a rasping whisper, though her eyes didn’t open so it wasn’t really clear what she was asking for. More than likely it was delirium. Brea got to his feet, scooping Logan into his arms. “Let’s get out of here. We’re not out of the woods yet, and I don’t want to risk any of those assholes coming to visit their buddies and finding us instead.”