“Please you have to save her.” Jinx demanded in a state- her original worry panic, tear stricken expression and strained sobs were quickly morphing into aggressive demands as she placed you in the hands of the doctor. “You have to.”

“I understand.” Was all singed replied as he began strapping your limbs down with tight leather and cold buckles.

Jinx glared protectively, she was holding your hand, grip unwavering.