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Post by mts on Dec 31, 2008 13:52:20 GMT -5
Nila blew up and she looked at Silver as she said take cover. Holly watched as the explosion started to head for her. She raised her hands, but before she could stop it. Jonathan got her and pushed her to the other side of the attic. She landed on top of him with a yelp then she slide off to the slide and laid on her back right next to him. She inhaled deeply and she laid there for a moment. She was saved, but she didn't want to get up to look at the others, fearing they were dead. She knew she had to get up and so she sat up looking at the others. Hannah had stuff over her and Holly got up quickly, stumbling a bit first but then running straight and used her might to take all the objects off. Holly sniffed worried that she might be to late and her sister crushed to dead. "Hannah!" she yelled trying to get through objects. Once she cleared up the objects and saw Hannah. She pulled her off the damaged stuff and placed her on a old mattress. She then looked over and saw Silver with the glass on her back. Holly's eyes widen and she made her way towards Silver. She knew she had to pull the glass out somehow. She placed her fingers on the glass on Silver's back and pulled them glass slowly out. The smell of blood entering her nose making her feel slightly dizzy. "Someone! Help Silver!" she yelled up, towards the elders or anyone that could heal her. She looked at Patience as she was struggling to get rid of a child then she looked back at Silver, worried that she was going to die and no one there was to save her.
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Post by jonathan on Dec 31, 2008 15:32:04 GMT -5
Jonathan got up to his feet and rushed over to Silver. He knelt down beside her wondering okay how to save her. Then an idea came to mind. "I might know how to save her," he said to Holly. "It could only work a bit but if your whitelighter helps out perhaps it could work even more but this would help her. I could try. Better worth than not trying at all but I would need all the help I can get." He turned to Silver and bit onto his tongue. The blood dropped from his tongue onto the wound itself. This had worked once so hopefully he would think it'd work again but if it doesn't someone else have to take over. He leaned over and blew onto the wound then watched as some parts of the wound healed up but then when he pressed his fingers against her throat to feel her pulse he added, "there's still a pulse but she would need more than just my blood."
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