Isabel was only half aware of what was happening. Azazeal was carrying her. She knew that much. She wanted to fight him, she wanted to fight him to get to Max. And she kept saying his name over and over again. Max. Max could heal her. Whatever was wrong with her her brother could fix it. He always fixed them up. That was what he did... except for that one time Isabel had been shot and she had lived only by a miracle.
She needed another miracle. Another familiar blonde face clouded her vision and she looked up to see Lissa Dragomir peering down at her asking her what happened and if she was okay. Little black dots began to cloud up Isabel's vision, they left ugly stains on Lissa and Azazeal's otherwise beautiful faces. Her eyes rolled back for a moment finally feeling the pain of what happened override the shock that her body had used to protect her.
Squeezing her eyes shut she groaned. Lissa was a healer too. Not an alien like Max, something else, something Isabel didn't understand. But Isabel was surprisingly okay with things she didn't understand mostly because Isabel was something she didn't understand. She had learned a lot about who she was and where she came from in the past few years but she still didn't have a complete understanding of Antar and being an alien. So Lissa being something she didn't understand? Wasn't a problem for Isabel.
"Help me," Isabel barely choked out as she grasped Lissa's hand with her own bloodied one. Whatever that centipede thing had done to her, Isabel could feel her body starting to shut down. It had pierced more than one internal organ with its sharp little legs.