Pain flared through her right wing and she moved it towards her, pulling into a barrel roll and stumbling as she landed messily. Her wing hurt, every time she moved it she could feel the billet shifting, lodged in her flesh. Gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying out, Macha tried to figure out the best way to grab Tyler and go before that shot her.
Tyler struggled hard and jerked around, trying to get his movements controlled. He regained some feeling in his hands and burst through the door, knocking over the man with the gun. "M-macha..r-run.." He growled.
Macha could’ve melted with relief when she saw Tyler. Instead, she dodged past the man he’d just knocked over and grabbed his arm. “Can you run???”
"Uh I think." One of the men stirred slightly and grabbed the gun from the ground, shooting wildly. They went all different directions, whizzing past them. Tyler pushed Macha out of the way and cried out as one hit him in the lower thigh.
“Tyler!” Macha dodged a blow from another man, trying to get up, only to receive a hard punch to her stomach. He lifted a boot and smashed it down onto her wounded wing. She heard a crunch, and felt the bullet lodge itself deeper. Black spots floated across her vision as she struggled against him, but he only twisted his foot and pressed down harder. A bone snapped. Macha screamed in pain as the man dug his heel deeper into the bullethole, smashing her bone again and again. Through the pain, she saw Tyler on the ground. Tyler. With the last of her strength, she grabbed the ankle of the man stomping on her wing and pulled, toppling him. Somehow, she managed to stand and stagger towards him.
Tyler groaned and dragged himself towards the door. “C-come on Macha. I’ll take care of you. Get inside.”
(wait are all the baddies knocked out?)
(also Tyler is so sweet omfg)
(Yeah let’s just say they are cause tbh they would probably get killed if they kept fighting)
(Yeees becuase he luvs heeer)
(Gotcha)
(Awwwww)
Macha gritted her teeth against the intense pain in her wing and followed unsteadily, reaching forward to support his weight. “Tyler, you’re hurt too. We need to call the police. Oh my god.” The reality of the situation sank in.
“We can’t. They’ll lock us up. I can’t let the happen. Just get inside and lock the door.” Tyler said, the words forced between his teeth. He collapsed into the house and winced, blood running down his leg.
Macha tried to catch him when he fell, but her knees buckled and she almost collapsed with him. Barely holding back a cry of pain as her wounded wing bumped against the doorframe, she gritted her teeth, closed, and locked the door. “Tyler you’re hurt. I’ve done first aid, where are your medical supplies?” Worry and the aftermath of terror leaked into her wobbling voice.
“Sit down I’ll get them.” He winced at the pain as he stood, leaning against the wall.
“Tyler you have a hole in your leg. Sit down. Please.” She was on the verge of hyperventilating. “I’m begging you, just sit down and let me help you.”
“I said SIT.” He growled, turning towards her, his eyes angry and wild.
Macha jumped backwards, startled. “Tyler?”, she asked quietly, fear sharpening her voice.
Tyler looked shocked for a second. "I-i'm sorry..sorry.." He limped away from her. Oh no… He thought, gaining control of his mind again as he went into the kitchen and banged around for a bit until finding a first aid box.
(this is funnn)
Macha almost collapsed onto his couch, blood dripping from her wing and into the floor. What just happened?? Her shoulders shook and her mind went back to the wild look in Tyler’s eyes, and she dissolved into tears. The attack, and now this. It was too much.
(yeyeyeeee ikr)
Tyler limped back to Macha and knelt painfully down next to her, not saying anything, the guilt of the attack and his outburst crushing him. He pushed the coffee table away from the couch. "Lay down on your back." He told her quietly, pulling various things out of the first aid kit.
Macha stayed completely silent, tears streaming down her face. Laying down, she stared straight at the ceiling, hands shaking. She had just been shot at. She was not okay.
Tyler bent down and squinted where the bullet had gone into her wing. He pulled out some things and began dabbing at the wound. "Sorry this might hurt."
I'm sorry..
Macha sucked in a sharp breath from the pain, remaining silent, remaining still. What just happened? She didn’t know whether she was talking about the attack or the outburst any more. And you’re hurt, Tyler. How badly?
That man. I've seen him before. I'm sure he wanted us for our magic. And it's not that bad, i'll take care of it. Tyler answered, not mentioning the outburst. He finished cleaning the wound and realized the bullet in her wing was holding back most of the blood flow. "Dammit.." He muttered.
Tyler. Let me help. Please. Even the voice in her head trembled. She was holding back another cry of pain, barely succeeding. What felt even worse was the tension between them, the aftermath of his… outburst. She wanted to ask about it, but she didn’t dare. Will the man come back?, she asked instead.
I don't know how to help you..the bullet is stopping the blood flow..I don't know what to do.. He told her, his hands shaking as his wound throbbed painfully.
Macha squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “Tweezers.”, she said outloud, voice hoarse. “Can you— can you pull out the bullet? I can sew it shut after, and I’ll stitch your wound too.” She gulped.