With his senses, sharper than a human's Mitchell heard the echoes of the explosions even from his house. He was already out the door when the messages started to come though; Stark Tower, the Complex. He didn't even bother to leave messages for Lauren, Hal or Alex, he just broke into a run, inwardly cursing the fact that he didn't have even close to the same level of speed that other types of vampires seemed to have. Sure, he was fast, but was he going to be fast enough? There was, of course, one name on his mind.
Lydia.
When Maleficent had cursed her, he had gone ballistic, wanting to rip into things, people, anything to get her back, the idea of losing her to an explosion was utterly terrifying to him, especially after that badly written, single message from her. Nothing could happen to her. It just couldn't.
Arriving at the Complex, he didn't slow down, just barged past the medics and firemen trying to stop him entering the building. One advantage of being what he was, no need to breathe. Even so, the smoke stung at his eyes as he kept pressing redial on his phone, over and over and over again, letting it ring and trying to find where hers might be. Because he had to find her and she had to be fine, that was just how it had to be.
Maybe he should have felt bad about just ignoring anyone else he saw. But he didn't. Maybe that would come later, but that was future Mitchell's problem. Current Mitchell remained utterly focused.
At least until he found her and she was covered in blood. Hers, someone else's, he couldn't even tell at first, there was just the sharp scent of it in the air, the crimson colour clashing with that vibrant red of her hair. Mitchell froze in place for a too-long moment, his eyes turning black and his fangs extending. A drop of blood slid down his girlfriend's neck and he couldn't help but stare at it, licking his lips with the temptation of it.
God, he hated himself in that moment.
But this was Lydia, and he couldn't betray her like that, he had to see if she was still breathing. Mitchell practically fell at her side, his hand shaking a little as he reached out, hoping to feel the heat of her breath against his skin. "Lydia, god, Lydia, be alive, please be alive, I need you to be alive."
He almost sobbed with relief when he felt the breath, weak but there. "Come on, love, I've got you." Maybe it was foolish, talking to an unconscious girl, but if there was even the slightest chance she could hear him, he was going to take it. As carefully as if he was lifting fragile glass, he scooped her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he began to force his way out of the building, the only focus on his mind now was getting the woman he loved to a damn doctor.