Fractured (Josie) novel Chapter 115

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**Josie’s POV** 

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My body gives up on me. It’s too much. I slump against Luke. Not even flinching at the sting in my back as it brushes against Luke’s chest. Mason and Mr Collins are in a bad way and the others are covered in blood. I’ve no idea if they’re hurt too. 

“Where the fuck is this team?” Lake rages, pulling me in closer to him. 

“We need a healer,” I whisper, barely able to speak from grief. “We need a healer,” I say louder when no one responds. 

“Luke, can you port us closer to the academy?” Axel asks, still holding Mr Collins in his arms. 

“No, the prison has a large ward around it. I could run to the prison and get help there,” he suggests. 

“They should already be on their way, surely they can see the fire from there,” Axel shakes his head, staring off towards the prison that is just visible in the distance. 

“He’s still breathing,” Theo says, as if reassuring himself. My eyes move to Mason’s hand, which hangs limply at his side, I swear it just moved. His finger twitches again, and hope swells in me. 

“Mason,” I gasp, a surge of energy courses through me and I reach out taking his hand. His eyelids flutter and my heart skips a beat, but they don’t open. I lean over and gently place a hand on his chest, his breathing is shallow and uneven. “Mason, stay with us. You’re safe, we are all here, and help is coming,” his eyelids move again. He’s trying, he’s trying so hard. His hand squeezes mine for a brief second. His grip is weak but it’s there. 

“Keep talking to him,” Luke encourages, obviously seeing what I have. 

“Mace, Josie kicked some ass for you, you should have seen her, she was fucking amazing,” Theo says, brushing the hair that’s matted in blood from his face. A small frown twitches over Mason’s brow and Theo laughs through his tears. “I knew that would piss him off,” 

“We got them, well most of them. That last one got away,” Axel says, taunting Mason into waking up. 

“That last one is dead when I find him. He whipped me! How do you even whip someone with telekinisis? I need to learn that trick,” I join in. Mason groans and I blow out a relieved breath. 

“Don’t move, Mace,” Theo soothes when Mason tries to roll off his lap. His hand moves to his side, his face screwed up in pain. 

“Ribs,” he groans. 

“Help is coming, we are going to get you some epic pain meds soon,” Theo reassures. 

“Some help here,” Axel’s panicked voice has my heart pounding again as he lays Mr Collins on the ground. “He just stopped breathing,” 

I scramble on my bloodied knees to Mr Collins‘ side. I grab his wrist trying to stop my hands from trembling long enough to check his pulse. It’s there, very week, but it’s there. “Don’t you dare die on me,” I say, tilting his 1 back and pinching his nose before bringing my mouth to his to start rescue breaths. His chest rises as I breat. ir into his lungs. I count to five before repeating the action. After ten breaths I check his pulse again. It’s stronger. That’s it, keep fighting. I need you D, we all need you,” I lean over him and give him three more breaths before Axel stops me. 

“I think he just took a breath on his own,” he says, studying Mr Collins‘ chest. I place my hand near his mouth 

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and almost cry in relief when I feel his warm breath hit my hand. 

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“That’s it, keep breathing,” I smile, taking his wrist to check his pulse again. It beats stronger now. Lights flash over us as men run from the direction of the prison with torches. “Helps coming,” I lean over him, my head. resting gently on his chest so I can rest a moment whilst still monitoring his breathing. His breathing evens out and gets stronger until it’s almost novinal. 

“Josie,” his voice rasps and I sit up quickly, my injuries protesting and the sudden movement. 

“Yes, I’m here,” I tell him, his eyes remain closed. His face is covered in blood and sut and I use the sleeve of my hoody to try and clear some away. 

“Josie,” he murmurs again. 

“Shhh, just rest,” I brush the hair from his head and look over to check on Mason. Theo still holds him whilst he takes shallow pain–filled breaths. Car headlights appear in the distance. “Finally,” The cars will arrive before the men from the prison do. 

“Bonds,” Mr Collins mumbles. 

“They’re okay, Mason is a little banged up but he’s going to be okay, we are all going to be okay,” I reassure. Trust him to be worried about everyone else when he’s just been knocking on death’s door himself. You can take the headteacher out of the academy but you can’t take the academy out of the headteacher. “Axel, can you lift him? Let’s get him straight in the car,” 

Axel scoops 

Mr Collins up as if he weighs nothing and the sight makes me sad. I never thought I’d see a man as powerful as Mr Collins be carried this way. Two vans and a car pull up and a military–looking man jumps out. 

“Status?” he demands. 

“Threat neutralized bar one that escaped. One DOA in the car. Six wounded, one is a level one and one a level two, the rest a level five,” Axel reports and I try to dissect what he’s saying. I assume the levels are injury severity. 

“Let’s get the level one and two loaded and shipped first,” the man nods and motions to his men. The men begin to spread out, some run straight to the burning car, and others check the dead men scattered around the floor. My eyes move to the man I’d killed. I know I should feel some kind of remores, I’ve taken a life, but I don’t. He almost killed Mason and Mr Collins.