“Okay,” Allie responded, readying herself to be picked up. When he took her hand, the sensation in her leg was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. “Wha- What are you doing?” There was panic in her voice, and her face showed it. “Stop it, stop it!” She cried out, pulling her hand away only when it was too late. Her wound was healed and he bore it on his own leg. “What the hell, dude? What did you do? Why did you do that?” That was mine, she thought after the words left her mouth. That was her wound. She needed to feel the pain from it. To take care of it.
She turned and shoved the other’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you just did that! That was my cross to carry, not yours!” Her words were bitter coming out of her mouth. “Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?”
The woman started to question what he was doing, but Lucan barely heard it. Every bit of concentration and effort he had went into their current connection, into transferring the wound. His goal wasn’t just to take it, but to leave no trace of it. No scarring, not even a patch of red skin. He wanted to take it until it was completely gone because ultimately there would be no trace of it left on his skin, either.
When he was finally finished, he expected to see a look of confusion or even shock on the woman’s face. But anger… Anger was a first. “I did it because you were hurt. I did it because you could barely walk, and we need to move.” Other members of the Brotherhood could still be out on the streets, and they were wasting time with this conversation. But the woman apparently wasn’t done yet, shoving him – he stayed firmly where he was standing – while she started to yell. “It wasn’t a cross to carry, it was a burn. And I think I’m the person who’s trying to get us out of here before we both get killed. Now do you want to stand here and keep yelling, or do you want to live?”
“How could you?” Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence, and she cleared her throat before continuing. “Just because I was hurt? That wasn’t your decision to make,” Allie huffed, continuing her path to the main road. The anger bubbled in her chest. That wound would have gotten her into a shelter until it was properly healed, and this guy just stole that from right under her.
“It may not have been a cross, but it was mine to care for. And honestly? Yeah, I do want to keep yelling at you but that’s not the best thing to do when these crazies are out to get you and people can easily call in a noise complaint and get us thrown in jail. Let’s go.”
Cisco backup 