Page 39 of Odin

She gasped for breath, her lips beginning to turn blue, while two men stood over her.

"You did this!" Thor howled.

"You broke that thing, not me!" the stranger shot back.

Fucking idiots. "Move," she ordered, shoving them out of the way so she could kneel beside Sibyl. It was as bad as she'd suspected. One of the jagged metal pieces of the sculpture had pierced Sibyl's jacket, and likely her flesh beneath, too.

Sibyl stretched out bloodied fingers toward Freyja. "Help," she mouthed, but no sound came out.

"Someone get me the first aid kit. Bring it right here, now!" Freyja shouted.

She had to get the sundial off Sibyl, but right now, that was what was sealing her wound. If Freyja judged wrong, and it had pierced the girl's heart or an artery, she might bleed out. But if she didn't, she was going to suffocate. Fuck.

If only she could call an ambulance and get the girl to hospital. But they were still snowed in. Not even a helicopter could land. This was all up to her.

The first aid kit arrived and Freyja ripped it open, laying it out on the snow. She grabbed a handful of gauze packages, ready to rip them open so she could apply pressure on the wound the moment they removed the sundial.

Unless...

If she had an open pneumothorax, she'd need to dress the wound immediately, and get an air tube in there. She'd need a sterile environment for that – it wasn't something she wanted to do out here in the snow.

"Get me the gurney. Bring it right here, lay it down beside her," Freyja said, pulling on gloves. She prepped two sets of dressings – a pile of gauze she could apply pressure to, in order to staunch the bleeding or an airtight one to stop air getting in. The stretcher landed in the snow.

"Right, you two, grab that metal thing, and I'm going to count to three. On three, you're going to lift it off her. One, two, THREE."

Sibyl groaned in agony as the sundial came free, but Freyja already had her scissors out, slicing away Sibyl's jacket so she could see the wound. Oh, thank fuck...open pneumothorax. Freyja grabbed the correct dressing, taping it on three sides, just like she'd practiced.

Only Sibyl still couldn't breathe. Her lips were definitely blue now.

They had to get her inside.

"Right, you and you, muscles. On three, we're all going to slide her onto the stretcher, and then you're going to carry her inside. Ready? One, two, three."

Thor and the other man obeyed, and the snow seemed to part like the Red Sea for them as they glided through it to the loading dock, where they stuck the stretcher back on the gurney.

Thor helped her push Sibyl into the first aid room, where Freyja grabbed an oxygen bottle – the one thing she hadn't bothered to bring with her earlier – and fitted the mask to Sibyl's face.

"What are you doing? What is that?" Thor yelped.

The last thing Freya needed were hysterical family members getting in her face. "Someone get him the fuck out of here so I can focus on my patient."

'Sibyl! Sibyl!" Thor roared as the other men dragged him out.

Freyja glanced down at Sibyl again, only to find another woman's hands on the wound. Bare hands, no gloves, not even a squirt of sanitiser. "Get your hands off my patient," Freyja growled.

The girl just smiled at her. She said something Freyja didn't understand then closed her eyes, her hands still on Sibyl's chest.

Freyja reached out to grab the girl's arm.

Only to have her own arm grabbed by a hand with fur and claws.

Freyja blinked. The strange man stood beside her, radiating menace.

Freyja didn't care.

"Look, I need to take care of my patient. If you want to help, scrub up and sanitise, and then maybe I'll let you pass me stuff." Not bloody likely, but it would keep them out of her way for a moment.

The girl said something else, then bit her lip and touched Freyja's forehead.

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