Onatha was breathing heavy. Lucius was breathing heavy and her eyes were on the blood that was escaping the man’s body. 

He was trying to sound reassuring but Onatha didn’t really feel bolstered by him telling her he had had worse. The grimace on his face spoke volumes on both his emotional and physical state in that moment. 

Panic and fear set in as she watched Lucius struggle out of their hiding space. Ona followed him. She was at his heels and helping him when it looked like he needed it. 

Onatha was busy looking behind them and almost bumped into Lucius as he collapsed. He started banging on the door of the building. She was looking around frantically, watching for anyone who might come out looking for them.
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Onatha said nothing but her green eyes were wide with fear and empathy as she helped hold Lucius down and he yelled. His pain was evident and if there was doubt all she had to do was watch the man work on his injuries. The way he dug into Lucius’ flesh was borderline sadistic. If she hadn’t known that the man was trying to help she might have feared more for Lucius’ life.

Ona glanced at the others who helped hold Lucius down. She had no idea who they were but she was glad she wasn’t trying to hold him down on her own. There was no way she could have. 

The work was done and as they wrapped Lucius’ wounds Onatha stepped back and away.

This place was strange and frankly overwhelming. The woman, the one who was injured occasionally glared at her and Ona could do nothing but look down at the floor. She turned and faced the wall for a time unable to handle the pain and stares any longer.

She turned, saw the surgery being done to the woman and marvelled that she did not call out in pain. 
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Onatha stood near Lucius. She had had very little to say and simply stood by him in silence. She jumped, tense and alert as the woman woke. Ona had survived much over time and she was alert to danger. Her eyes were on the woman and she lightly gripped Lucius’ sleeve.

The woman approached, a frown on her face. Onatha looked on wide eyed for a moment before she looked down and away. She could feel the woman’s eyes on her. Ona had a lot of experience being leered, looked at or scowled at. 

The woman asked who she was and Onatha looked up. Her green pupilless eyes focused on the woman. 

“I am Onatha.” She inhaled for a moment and then after a moment looked away.