This week I’ve got a short snippet for all of you! I wrote some flash fiction and these couple of paragraphs come straight from one of them. The character, Adrian, is a bit homeless at the moment. I had a story for him, then shuffled characters around, and now he’s a character without a book. This is the first I ever wrote about him and hopefully I can figure out a story for him sometime soon!
Please keep in mind that this is a first draft and thus still needs to undergo editing. Enjoy!
Sirens sounded in the distance. Here they come.
Adrian headed to the front door and stepped outside, watching as the ambulance raced down the street. It pulled up into the driveway and medics rushed out of the vehicle. He ran towards them as they pulled a gurney out of the back.
“What do we have?”
“Lisa Miles, age six. Multiple lacerations, primarily on the arms and chest, severely beaten, trouble breathing, and internal bleeding. She went into cardiac arrest twice on the way here.”
Adrian stared at the small form on the gurney. Severe bruising and swelling made it near-impossible to recognize the girl. One of the ambulance staff covered her mouth, feeding her oxygen. A woman followed them out of the vehicle, her eyes wide and tear-stained.
Leading them up the driveway and into the house, Adrian directed them into the adjacent room. “Okay, let’s move her onto the bed.” He grasped part of the blanket beneath the small form. “Ready? Three, two, one.”
They lifted her off the gurney and carefully set her on the bed. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the mother in the doorway. She stood with one hand covering her mouth as she looked on with wide eyes. He’d deal with her later.
“Tell me what happened.”
Adrian focused and hovered one hand over the girl’s body. Lots of bleeding, most of it concentrated in her lower abdomen. He reached for scissors and cut through the bloodied fabric of her shirt. One laceration ran across the length of her lower abdomen. Pulling aside the skin, Adrian frowned. Deep. Whatever knife was used on her cut into her intestines. He sent his magic to his hands, concentrating on sealing the organ. Once he stopped the internal bleeding, he could focus on the other injuries.
“The mother’s boyfriend was alone with her for the past week. When she came home, he was strangling her. He fled and she called us.”
Adrian nodded. Crimson coated his hands as he pressed into the injury, drawing every ounce of his magic and using it for the task at hand. He wouldn’t lose her.
Personally, I’m rather fond of Adrian, so I’m looking forward to writing more about him! Let me know what you think, and have a great weekend!