Rescue - 2

He continued his search, and it took him over an hour to rescue all the alive folks from all the coaches. The number he was able to recover from the cabin was pretty depressing since it wasn't even ten per cent of the passengers the train was carrying.

"I don't think even twenty will manage to get out alive from here. Many of these would be dead too by the time help arrives," he thought, pitifully glancing at the critically injured.

Many of them wouldn't be able to make it until help arrives from the departments. There were many who were critically injured, with too much damage to their organs and significant blood loss, despite his efforts to block off the loose blood and close their wounds.

"But where the hell are those guys? It has been over an hour, and no one has arrived here even though I have informed them about the incident," he irked as a frown appeared on his face.

His anger could be heard in his voice directed at the authorities, as no one had arrived even though he called them about an hour ago. He assumed that no one had been dispatched to take care of this catastrophe, which made him even more irked.

"Well, I gotta damage myself too," he thought, dismissing the idea of self-harm.

The only damage Lloyd had sustained throughout the whole mess was a few bruises, which might make the authorities suspicious and could lead to blame, even though the corpses of laskers lay fresh on the cold grassy ground.

"Oh boy, do I really have to do that, huh?" he confirmed to himself, a wary smile of concern crossing his face.

He got up and headed inside one of the empty rooms where no one could see him, unsheathing his sword.

"Let's do it!" He squeezed his eyes shut as he brought the sword closer to his shin.

*slash*

He sliced off a part of his shin, groaning a bit in pain.

"Argh, it stings a thousand times worse than a razor blade," he exclaimed, looking at his new open wound where even his bone could be seen, having cut off a good chunk of flesh.

He ripped a part of his cloth and covered his flesh wound with it. He also gave himself many minor wounds in a way that made it seem like they were inflicted by the fangs and claws of the laskers, barely dodging them. Cuts adorned his back, neck, and even some on his cheeks.

"Stop! What are you doing?" She halted him from inflicting any further damage.

"Doing self-harm," he winked at her.

"Why are you doing it?" She spoke, her voice stained with worry and anger, her face remaining indifferent.

"Worried?" He acted clueless.

"Don't be worried. These wounds are shallow, and I'll ask you to heal them once we get outta here," he added, waving his hands down to gesture for her to calm down.

"What's the need to do this?" She said, puzzled, with her brows arched up.

"Well, I'm feeling lazy to explain. Just wait until those guys arrive," he said, yawning.

From all the ripping of his shirt, it turned into a female's blouse, and his chiselled abdomen showed through.

He got out and sat near the big campfire he had created because it was getting colder out here, and he also did that to keep the bodies of the injured warm.

Soon, he sat closer to the fire, warming his body in the cold. One of the unconscious persons began to open her eyes as her eyelids quivered.

It was the same girl he had saved in the beginning. The girl had snow-like skin, beautiful black eyes, and open hair, but her face was childish, and she had plum-red lips. Her body was well-defined too. In all, she looked like a year above Lloyd's current age.

Her quivering eyes opened before the bright and warm campfire where a boy sat, quite wounded, resting his chin on the hilt of the sword – that boy was none other than Lloyd, her saviour.

He noticed her movement, averted his eyes to her, glanced down before turning them away, and asked, "How are you feeling? Hurt anywhere?"

Although he was pretty sure that she wasn't hurt in any kind of way, it wouldn't hurt to confirm it by her words.

"Uhh..." She tried to process her surroundings, as she saw the mangled and compressed cabins and the wounded around her.

"Don't stress yourself too much, just rest. Help is gonna arrive anytime now, I hope," he added, just as her sealed lips began to twitch, about to open to speak.

Just as she was going to speak up again, her eyes turned to the corpses of several and compressed each other, and also to the injured who lay down all around her.

"Are you the one who saved me?" she asked, puzzled, unable to process everything around her, her mind wandering in the labyrinth of confusion with questions about what was happening, the dead Laskers, making her brain even more muddled.

"Sure am. Don't ask, just wait, and you will have a full explanation about what happened here," he said, shutting her down instantly, not in the mood for a short talk about the obvious things, and continued warming himself by the campfire.

After he said that, she didn't bother to ask him anything more but felt gratitude towards him and examined her injury, luckily finding none.

"Is this yours?" she inquired, wearing an unfamiliar black jacket that covered her.

"Yeah," he replied, warming his hands and legs by the campfire.

"You can have it back if you want," she offered.

"You sure? You really don't need it?" he questioned a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Why do you mean? You are its rightful owner, so I shouldn't have any say in it," she responded in confusion as to why did he reacted like that.

"You really don't understand, huh? Well, take a look inside the jacket..." he sighed.

Despite her confusion, she took a look inside the jacket. She saw the once elegant dress now hung in tatters, barely held together by fraying strings across her chest, exposing the fair skin beneath her chest also a noticeable pinkish tint as we got closer to centre which was luckly covered by her dress.

From her waist and down her belly, the fabric was torn, revealing an indecent amount of skin. It became clear why he had put the jacket on her in the first place, shielding her from the disarray of her own clothing.

"Do you mind if I borrow it for a little longer?" she asked, a little flushed as a red tint appeared on her face.

"Sure, you can keep it, actually," he said, generously offering her the jacket.

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