Die...Almost

Ashley P.O.V

We ran out of the room when Jackson started leading us and now here we are, back to The Vamps' house, resting. But we didn't get here all safe and sound.

When we were running past the cells where various kinds of supernatural creatures were locked. Some growled at us while some whimpered, pleading us to let them out of the hell. I felt pity and wanted to help them but Jackson said that saving them can be done afterwards. While he was saying that, a few guards heard him and they charged at us. It took quite a long time before we defeated them because first, they were remarkably strong and second, one of them called for another bunch of bulky guards and they all also stormed at us. We were outnumbered. There were approximately 20 to 30 of them and us... 8 *sighs*.

The fight ended up pretty bloody, every one of us was bruised or injured in some way. The battle ended with the help of Jackson using his telekinesis power. He wasn't able to do that before because he needed to concentrate to make his powers work so Michael, Bradley, Connor and Tristan helped him by keeping the guards away.

Jackson made all of them pause whatever they were doing and commanded them to forget everything that happened, that they didn't see us. They all shouted yes and then fell into a deep slumber.

I was feeling a little weak against them even though I possessed extra power but it seems to drain quickly but James was there for me. Yeah, Andy was also there but he is of no use because he was just standing there like a lost child but James protected me from any harm or attack. He was like a protective shield around me taking each and every hit. Well, it is not like I just stood behind and cried for him whenever I saw a guard launch at me but I was beside him because 2 is always better than 1. We hold them away till Jackson was done with his work.

Anyways, I mostly got injured in my leg region and James was the one with the most injury because one of the guards mumbled some spell and a ray of shadowy black thing shot out of his hand and straight at me but James jumped between me and that ray and was blown a couple feet away. That happened at the last minute so I staggered to James and checked for his breathing. His breathing was small and shallow. His body covered with bruises and cuts. He was that grievously injured. I felt like crying. He shouldn't have done that.

As I was checking James a guard came run and hammered my right leg. I howled in pain as I clutched my leg. And as the guard was coming for James he froze in his place and I looked at Jackson. He did it. We were a few meters away from them and the place was a little darker so it was difficult to see us. As the others sighed in relief Jackson's eyes caught mine. He stared at me then at my leg, then at James and then finally at me again as he sprinted towards us. The others looked at him in confusion but then realized the situation.

Jackson was the first one to approach us. He looked at James then at me and crouched down beside my injured leg. He touched my leg and I winced. That is when everyone else neared us. Brad and Connor cringed a little at the injuries of James.

"What happened to you both?" Tristan asked as Andy was completely shock-driven by what happened and Michael stared at me with a pensive look that scared me a little.

"A guard shot a black shadowy thing at me but James ran in between the ting and me and was swept here. I came to him to check his breathing but then another guard came and hit my legs-"

"Your leg is broken. At least 5 to 6 bones should be broken or cracked." Jackson cut in as he finished probing my leg that was giving me a throbbing pain. I stared wide-eyed at him.

"Don't scare a little kid like me, please," I begged.

"But it is true," Jackson started.

"Why can't it be a dream?" I whined.

"Shut it, kiddo," Michael said and I just gave him a look

"And James also looks like he got a pretty hard blow. We should get going." He said after Tristan was finished with examining James.

I looked at Andy as he scooped me up in his arms. He just smiled at me and started walking. Now here comes my sweet and protective brother. Now I wonder where he was when I got hurt.

I looked back and saw that James was being carried by Tristan, Brad, Connor and Jackson while Michael was walking beside Andy and me.

"So much love, huh? I wonder where you were when she got hurt." Michael teased.

"Shut up, Clifford or else I'll blow your mouth," Andy replied while gritting his teeth. I fist bumped with Michael as a smile cracked on my face.

When we reached home, Andy quickly settled me one of the couches and runs to the kitchen and comes back with the first aid kit and some ice bags. One of them placed on top of his head. Oh, so that is why he is taking very long time taking in new pieces of information.

I watched as others took James to his room and Andy took the first aid kit to them. Michael sat beside me and I shifted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

After a few minutes, Tristan came downstairs with what looked like tools used for operations. My eyes widened as I grasped Michael's hand.

"A-are you going to u-use tt-that?" I stammered as I pointed to the tools. Both Michael and Tristan chuckled.

"Yes, but it is for your own good."

"But.." And some melodrama happened.

After the drama.

"O-okay but be gentle." I didn't want to but agreed because I know that I have to and both of them smiled. With my permission, Tristan began his job. I didn't know that he was a doc too.

'Well. I know how to but am not a doctor.' Tristan spoke in my brain. I looked at him with a you-didn't-have-to look and he just giggled cutely and continued his task. I looked at Michael and gave him an is-he-serious look and he just shrugged. Oh god, what am I going to do? What have I done wrong that you punish me in such a way? Anyways, lets no bring god in this and I am this afraid because I have never gone through this process and mainly at a house.

When Tristan was done with setting up he asked me if I was ready.

"I don't know but... Are you sure you can do this?" I asked unsurely.

"Don't you trust me?" Tristan asked as he pouted. What is with him suddenly acting cute?

"Actually... No. Not with this." I answered honestly. Michael burst out laughing and Tristan acted as if he was hurt.

"You don't trust me?!" He exclaimed leaving me dumbfounded and fumble over my words. Michael now laughed hysterically. I glared at him and an annoyed expression took over my face. I slapped his tummy and he clutched it while still laughing a little.

"Shut up, you round tummy," I said.

"Okay, now let me concentrate and please trust me." He directed the last part to me. And then he began. I won't go on detail as it would be ugly but just know this that that period of time was filled with blood, sweat and my tears. The whole time I was clinging onto Michael as if my life depended upon him and he kept on wiping away my tears and whispering that it will be okay.

"You are such a crybaby," Michael commented. Oh god, he has known me my whole life then also he is coming to a conclusion like this. Such a pity he brain can't process things correctly.

Suddenly, Tristan sniggered and I immediately knew that he read my mind. Michael looked at him as if he has gone mad. I and Tristan high fived and Michael now looked at both of us and just shook his head.

"Kid these days.." He mumbled and Tristan and I laughed again.

"So, this is done," Tristan said and I finally looked at my leg.i didn't look because if something went wrong then I would just freak out more so, precaution is better than cure.

"How do you feel?" Tristan asked a little amused.

"Well, better than before. Before I felt like I would... Die... Almost." I made a terrified expression and they both chuckled.