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Albany’s eyelids drooped for what only seemed like a moment, but when she forced them to reopen, her settings had changed dramatically. Now, it was only her and one woman. Ezra and the spectacled man had disappeared. Her eyebrows knitted together, and she looked round the trailer. No sign of them. Her instant thought was they had been attacked, but the few dregs of rationality left within her reminded her that they had been taken to safety. Her chest visibly deflated with relief, and she turned her attention to what the hand on her shoulder, then the voice of the person it belonged to. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, yet strands of hair had come loose during the attack. Her expression was that of a gentle one, but she looked concerned.
“Do you think you can sit forward? Away from the wall.”
Her voice was still dulled down, as if she was talking to her from the other side of a wall, but Albany understood, and did as she was told. A bolt of pain shook through her spine, making her yelp and clench her eyes shut until the sensation faded to a bearable amount. In the meantime, Albany attempted to explain what had caused the injury, as if it wasn’t obvious already. There was a deep tear just to the right of her spine that ripped through her uniform and skin, exposing irritated and bloody flesh. Her lower back was coated in blood that had settled.
“It was going for Ezra and I leapt in front to protect him..” She began, but couldn’t think of the words to finish her sentence. That was probably enough information.
From the entrance, she made out ASF members that were searching round the tents, just in case one of those bastards had cowered in the darkness until they were ready to strike again. One of them raised his arm and waved it, signalling that the area was clear before running out of sight again. Albany brought her knees up and rested her forehead on them, taking deep breaths to keep the oxygen flowing through her body. Unfortunately, this also caused the injury to stretch a little in time with her breaths, but she bit her tongue, not making a sound. The Albany she knew back home would be kicking up a gigantic fuss, but she stayed silent and stationary, not speaking unless spoken to.
“Do you think you can sit forward? Away from the wall.”
Her voice was still dulled down, as if she was talking to her from the other side of a wall, but Albany understood, and did as she was told. A bolt of pain shook through her spine, making her yelp and clench her eyes shut until the sensation faded to a bearable amount. In the meantime, Albany attempted to explain what had caused the injury, as if it wasn’t obvious already. There was a deep tear just to the right of her spine that ripped through her uniform and skin, exposing irritated and bloody flesh. Her lower back was coated in blood that had settled.
“It was going for Ezra and I leapt in front to protect him..” She began, but couldn’t think of the words to finish her sentence. That was probably enough information.
From the entrance, she made out ASF members that were searching round the tents, just in case one of those bastards had cowered in the darkness until they were ready to strike again. One of them raised his arm and waved it, signalling that the area was clear before running out of sight again. Albany brought her knees up and rested her forehead on them, taking deep breaths to keep the oxygen flowing through her body. Unfortunately, this also caused the injury to stretch a little in time with her breaths, but she bit her tongue, not making a sound. The Albany she knew back home would be kicking up a gigantic fuss, but she stayed silent and stationary, not speaking unless spoken to.