Gifted Connections: Book 2(68)

“Dammit,” I heard Ned bark in my ear.

“The buildings collapsing! Get out now!” I heard Troy yell. “Someone was hiding down below. He planted bombs. The support beams have been compromised.”

Collin and Ned were running my way as the building shook once more. Collin fell to the ground and Ned ran right past him. “Grab him,” I yelled.

Ned looked panicked and shook his head and ran right passed me. “We need to get out,” He tried to grab my arm and drag me out.

“No,” I insisted. “We can’t just leave him.” I pulled my arm out of his grasp and he let me go. He never bothered looking back.

I cursed and ran towards Collin; he was trying to get back up as the building shook again. I watched in horror as I saw a metal rod dislodge itself and come straight at Collin. I dove to pick him up, hoping I got to him on time. I threw him over my shoulders in a fireman’s carry and grunted in surprise. He outweighed me by at least 80 lbs., but I felt nothing. I ran the rest of the way out of the building towards the waiting vans and vehicles.

I felt a warm stickiness begin to drip down my chest and back, and I looked down in horror to see that I was covered in blood, but I knew it wasn’t mine. I willed my legs to go faster, but the vans seemed too far away still.

“Noah!” I screamed as I came closer to the chaos awaiting me.

Remy and Troy turned to see me running towards them and immediately ran towards me. Remy took Collin away from me and gently laid him on the ground as Troy began to frantically search me for wounds.

“It’s not mine,” I cried out in panic pushing him away. I may have still had the gift of super strength coursing through my veins as he flew a few feet back.

Noah was by my side in seconds. “What’s wrong?” he asked looking me over rapidly.

“It’s not mine!” I insisted as I dropped down by Collins side, noticing the gaping hole, roughly two inches in diameter, with blood pouring out of it, right above the chest plate of his suit.

I took the material of his suit in my hands and tore it open. “Help me,” I pleaded to Noah as I grabbed Noah’s hand.

I had never healed any one before, but I had seen Noah do it often. He always seemed serene and calm when he laid his hands on people. I willed the panicked thoughts away and embraced the peace. I breathed in through my nose and exhaled it out my mouth. As I exhaled the third time, I felt the gift from within rise. It felt like how it felt earlier. I felt more centered, more powerful, with holding my connections hands. I could feel the gentle breeze in the air as it bounded our gifts together. I moved our hands over the open wound, seeing the invisible threads behind my eyelids as they knitted his flesh back together again.

I opened my eyes when I felt the gift leave us. I expected to see the gentle rise and fall of Collins chest. I didn’t expect to see his sightless eyes.

“No!” I yelled in shock, anger, and helplessness.

Noah quickly wrapped me in his arms, his eyes full of pain and sorrow. I could feel his feelings so close to mine. “It was too late, Blake. It was too late, Love. No matter what we did. He was already gone,” he whispered urgently in my ear.

Great pain ripped through me as I sobbed quietly in Noah’s arms. He rocked me and crooned to me. He told me repeatedly that I did everything I could. He told me sometimes we lost people. He told me how much he cared for me, and together we could get through this.

When I finally looked up, I realized we were in the middle of an audience. I could see fear, surprise, awe, pride, envy, and a full range of emotions across everyone’s faces. I didn’t know everyone had stopped what they were doing and watched as Noah and I had tried to save the only person we had lost that night. I continued looking around, not sure how I should react to their attention, until my eyes lit on the face full of guilt.

I stood up, anger motivating my movements. “It’s all your fault!” I screamed as I launched myself at Ned. “You ran right past him! He was fine then! He didn’t have a hole in his chest! You wouldn’t help me go get him. You left him! You left me! You left us!”

I wildly swung at him. I was seeing him through tunnel vision. I saw blood. I didn’t care. It wasn’t until Remy, the only one strong enough to handle me right now, picked me up did I feel all the anger leave me in a rush. I was tired. I had tapped into my gifts one too many times tonight. I felt a giant wave of exhaustion hit me all at once. I saw the blackness threatening to close in on me and I let it.





Chapter 18


I vaguely recalled the truck ride home. I felt myself being lifted out of the vehicle and taken up to my bathroom. I was cradled in someone’s arms as the sound of water reached my ears. I felt someone else’s hands disrobe me.

“Trash it,” I heard Jace command.

I was transferred to someone else’s arms and carried somewhere else. I felt warm water begin to wash over me. Someone’s hands put something in my hair, lathering it up. I watched as I saw diluted blood run down the drain. Someone was running my loofah along my body, as I laid cradled in one of their arms.

“Sleep,” I muttered. “Hungry.” I wanted to sleep but my stomach was cramping horribly with hunger. My other needs within were taking the back seat tonight.

“Is Drake done with her soup?” Noah asked as continued lathering up my body.

“He should be,” Jaxson grunted as he shifted my weight to the other side so that Noah could reach other places.