"There, did you see that? Put a few more drones on. There was a flash of something," Number Four said, his eyes catching a heat flash on the drones' display.
Number One deftly programmed ten more small units to investigate the ravine. Soon, the flash was seen again. He sent all the units there, turned on their lights, and instructed them to investigate.
Since it had been snowing, there was something there, but it was partially covered. As the drones surrounded the object, they saw a flash of metal. Circling to the other side, they could see a window. Number One brought the drones together and turned on their lights. As the lights hit the window, they saw a flash of red hair and realized there were many people inside.
"That's it; we found them. Oh, so much blood... fucking shit," Number Two exclaimed.
A fireman nearby approached and said, "Okay, I have a unit ready. We'll go in, get the car out of the ditch, and then see what needs to be done."
The Salvatores had told them about their unkillability, meaning they would revive. However, as they continued to watch the feed, they saw several broken child seats scattered around the car. The windows were smeared with blood, and no one inside was moving.
"Hop in," the fireman instructed as a large firetruck, with a winch on board, drove nearby.
The Salvatores recalled a drone and loaded their bags and supplies into the firetruck. The firemen were requesting additional ambulances and a helicopter, as the injuries appeared very serious.
A tense atmosphere filled the truck as it began driving toward the other end of the accident site. The men were as alert as they could be, but Number One couldn't stop thinking about Mariella and the three children.
Upon finally reaching their destination, the men and the rescue crew hopped down. Soon, powerful lights illuminated the ravine and the car within it.
The leader of the rescue team stated, "We can hoist the car out, but since it's on its side, turning it isn't easy, especially with multiple injuries."
"We can cast a stasis spell, meaning we'll keep everything unmoving and use our telekinesis and energy to move the car into a sling, which will make it easier to lift," Number Four suggested.
"Would it be easier for us to lift it out?" Number One asked impatiently, worried for Mariella resurfacing.
"No, we need to do this safely," Number Two explained, his voice now embodying reason despite his worry for Mimi and her five. "Besides, that's one incredibly heavy car, and I want to save my strength for healing. We need to stabilize them as much as possible before moving them to the hospital."
As the firemen positioned the truck and slowly descended into the ravine, the salvatores, ready with their slings, prepared for the delicate operation. Their plan was to carefully right the car while maintaining the stasis spell, then wait for the firemen to hoist it up.
Once the car was suspended, they would begin to peel it open, releasing the stasis on one person at a time, only for the individual they were actively working on.
Meanwhile, Number Four had his bags open and was conferring with the paramedics and the helicopter crew who had just landed. As the salvatores slowly maneuvered the car into place, the process felt agonizingly long to Number One.
He watched as the car was finally lifted, catching a glimpse of Mariella slumped sideways, her head bloody. The stasis spell kept her immobile, but he could sense that the fetuses within the women's wombs were not in distress. However, the condition of their wombs remained unclear.
The car landed with a resounding thud, and the firemen moved swiftly. They opened the sling and began to pry open the roof.
Just as Number One was preparing to cast a warming spell, Number Two intervened. "No, being cold is protecting them right now," he advised. "It slows down the bleeding. We can warm them up later, but for now, let's assess everyone and determine who needs treatment first."
Number Two knew it was likely futile to speak further, as Number One's entire focus was on Mariella and her children.
With the roof peeled away and the door opened, Number One rushed to Mariella.
"Oh, darling. I'm here," he murmured, undoing the stasis spell and scooping her into his arms.
He carried her to a waiting gurney, his palm already glowing as he began to heal her, running it over her bruised temple, face, and neck.
The paramedics stood ready, and Number One barked, "Get the kids, the three blonde girls."
He prioritized his family's care, completely oblivious to the growing worry radiating from Number Two and Number Four as they began to attend to Mimi.
One by one, Amber, Tiffany, and Candice were carefully extracted from their seats. Damon, with his healing magic active, went to check on them, attempting to mend their worst injuries, which included broken bones, bruises, bleeding, and potential internal damage.
He pushed his healing to its limit, sweat beading on his forehead as he identified and tried to mitigate the most severe wounds. Damon barked orders at the paramedics, who, without resistance, followed his instructions.
Meanwhile, the paramedics were meticulously removing Mimi's toddlers, who had sustained the most severe injuries after being tossed around the car during the accident. Number Four spoke in a low, calm voice, simultaneously educating the paramedics about their physiology and the medical supplies he possessed.
Two, on the other hand, focused on healing and stabilizing Mimi's critical condition. She had a nasty gash, a fractured skull, and a possible brain leak, and while she would survive, the extent of her recovery time remained uncertain. Number Two exerted himself, striving to prevent her injuries from worsening and the situation from deteriorating further.
There was no time to waste. Soon, Number One grew tired; his healing abilities waned, nearly depleted from overuse. Pale and sweaty, he still managed to give orders to move Mariella and her three children into a helicopter and transport them to the hospital.
Number Two, speaking coldly, told him, "You need to go home, eat, sleep for 12 hours, and regain your healing ability. Your magic is useless if you burn it out completely; it takes time to recharge. After a good night's rest, you can drive into Minneapolis and check what's happening. They need surgery, and the doctors there are well-equipped to treat supernaturals."
Number One grumbled under his breath, but Number Two's firm conviction and logic were undeniable.
Consequently, Number One teleported home, ate, informed the others, and attempted to get Mariella the most critical attention. However, Numbers Five, Nine, and Ten were not as easily swayed as Numbers Two and Four had kept them thoroughly updated.
They were itching to go with Mimi, but Number Two had told them that not even he or Number Four could fit in, as there was a limit to how many passengers the helicopter could carry. He had educated doctors about their substances and given them tanks of bump as well as centrifugal liquid. told them about Mimi's unpredictability in case she might wake up, but he hoped by the time that was to happen, he would already be there.
Now they had a plan, meaning they would go back to house, recharge, pack a few cars full, and make sure they had the capability to transport females and toddlers safely back, as they would be the ones getting them through it.
Despite number one trying weakly to protest that Mimi should stay in the hospital, numbers two and four were adamant, and according to them, Mimi was first to get out of there just because she could smell pheromones. Being in the hospital would raise her cortisol through the roof, and she was pregnant; there was no need to stress the babies so much, so they would make sure Mommy would wake up.
As paramedics reached Mimi, worry gnawed on Number Two as the list of Mimi's injuries was growing; she had a shattered pelvis, a broken femur, head and neck injuries, a broken arm, and flail chest.
Darien had both femurs broken and his chest sunken in, and Number Four was trying to fix it to ease his breathing. They had given a lot of dental substances to paramedics as well, loaded up bags of centrifuged bump, liquid phase, and mixed their potent anesthetic, which kept toddlers in a coma more or less but safely. Sadie had the other side of her chest crushed, her pelvis broken, and, of course, multiple internal injuries.
Number two was sitting in the ambulance, giving bags of his blood, all the time educating paramedics and helicopter crew on what they could do. Someone drew up a mandate that told them what was allowed to be done medically to Mimi and the toddlers until some salvatores would get in; it would be in the morning. Wulfe might be the fastest, as his flight from Texas would land in Minneapolis, and he might get into the hospital soon. But they were coming and getting females home.
The list of injuries was horrendous, and number two knew that while toddlers should sleep, Mimi and Mariella might not be able to do so because they were pregnant and fetuses could interfere with medications, making recovery difficult. Mimi's pelvis would heal, but she would not be able to give birth vaginally. They needed to step up their game, as her fiery words could set off even Wulfe.
After stabilizing Mariella's children, their injuries were less severe but still limiting. Mariella had both hips broken, knees crushed, spinal injuries, and a fractured face. They prioritized healing toddlers over females, as they may still be bedbound after a C-section. Number two hoped that his patience and love would be enough to carry them through the difficult times that lay ahead. Only time will tell.
Numbers two and four looked somber as the helicopter carrying Mimi and her five passengers lifted into the air, carrying precious cargo. They felt inadequate and weak and blamed themselves for forcing Mimi to work and failing to notice anything earlier. According to the paramedics, they had been trapped in that car for hours and were all very hypothermic, with no decent pulse or breathing.
They had sensed their sparks, indicating that they were alive but too cold, way too cold, and despite how skilled humans are, they could have gotten a lot done by the time they got inside.
It would then be up to the salvatores and others to keep them warm and stable, get them home, and begin treating them there. The initial plan was for number one to take Mariella and her children downstairs to Medbay so he wouldn't be in the way, while Mimi and her children would stay upstairs in their wing. Number two had now completed the initial calculation for people allocation.
Babies would need two people per side, and two would be on meal duty. This meant girls May, Lily, Emmylee, and Vivian would take care of Mimi's kids and make food upstairs, mainly for babies, and then be directed by Salvatore for what else was needed. Downstairs would have Ashley, Britney, Rose, and Daisy taking care of Mariella's offspring and food. Less food was needed, as they were easier to feed.
Now that left 10 salvatores, Wulfe, Adam, Charles, Demon, and Lepard. On Mimi's side, there were 8 injuries, and on Mariella's side, only four, meaning altogether there are 12 injuries now. With one person per injured one, two are left as free floaters. Mariella and her kids would get numbers one and six, and Charles, number seven, as doctors. Demon and Lepard were floaters, helping with kids, and shops would be closed for now.
Others would tend to Mimi and her kids, and then, while toddlers were healing enough to be awake, things could be recalculated. As Number had heard more in detail how this whole thing had happened, he had looked into the past and seen the trailer slamming Mimi's car off the road and dropping into the ravine.
He wanted that driver behind bars as well, with heavy compensation from the trucking company that allowed morons and druggies like him to drive in the first place. He knew that the prestigious company for which he worked would surely help. Now he had a plan, and it was time to head home, recharge, and then act according to the plan.