Help.

'Not like I have a choice. You three look like you're about to collapse any second.'

"Pass me gloves, scissors, and sutures." Aaron spoke with authority and the utmost urgency. Then, sensing their confusion, added, "Sutures mean stitches."

It took a long, long time for them to be in stable condition. Alt–or Daxton Chill as he was really named–was the toughest to treat. The Angel Breaker blade must have been imbued with magic because it took a while before the metal could penetrate his flesh. The red vigilante was stubborn and must have been a metahuman because he refused to die. He refused to fade away, for his heart to stop.

Andre Cipriani; codename Dre, was beyond his ability. He was warm and his heart was steady, but no matter the medical procedure he just wouldn't wake up. The single semester of nursing classes he took wasn't enough to figure out the root of the problem. Put simply, they had to wait. Wait, wait, wait, till he hopefully opened his eyes.

He checked his phone. Nearly twelve hours had passed. He let out a bleary sigh. 'Now I remember why I didn't want to go into nursing. This shit is tiring.'

Relaxing on the floor and leaning on a wooden crate, Aaron observed the two young ladies in his presence. Robina and Rook. There was history between the two of them. Conflict. Sparks of aggression and hate.

'I wonder what this is all about…?'

Robina swallowed and placed a hand to her heart. "My name is Izabella Ortiz, but call me Izzy. I'm also Robina and Duke Thomas' girlfriend. Thank you for saving Dax and Andre."

Again, he sensed disagreement between her and Rook. However, after a few glares, the blue-haired woman inhaled through her nose and added, "The name's Riko Sheridan."

"It's nice to meet you two. I'm Aaron."

"We know," Izzy said, huffing. "Why did you help us anyway?"