[i]Ophelia was still looking at Roxas when he spoke weakly to her, [color=0054a6]"I think I over did it."[/color] Within seconds he passed out, and Jax handed her jacket to Ophelia to use for Roxas. She folded it up and placed it under his head, placing a hand on the spot he banged against the ground, using her coolness like an ice pack. Once she was satisfied, Jax spoke, [color=00a651]"Holy shit...his back. We have to get him to a hospital or he will bleed out." [/color]

Ophelia nodded, then Jax ran off to help Morthos. There wasn't much Ophelia could do for Roxas, but she looked over his face. He seemed to be pain free for the moment, and for one quick second Ophelia smiled. Just a hint of one, because her attention was again on Morthos and Jax. Jax was exhausted, she could tell. And what was worse, was that a wolf was headed straight for her. But before Ophelia could react, Morthos was there, and then there was an explosion, leaving only Morthos alive. Except Morthos had a bite, and Ophelia's eyes widened, her entire being stricken with worry now at what the result would be if they didn't get help quick. There were still a few wolves left, and there was no way Ophelia was letting them escape. It looked like she was going to be the one to rid of these bastards, on her own. Everyone else had used up all the energy they had. Luckily, the blood she had used for her energy was still going strong, and she used this burst of energy to rid of the last few wolves. Though, luckily, some of the younger ones surrendered, and she decided to lock them into the warehouse for the police. It wasn't her job to arrest them, or put them through the justice system. It was her job to stop the threat. And herself and her team did just that, and so far none of them were dead. 

With that thought, Ophelia looked down at her shoulder. There was still blood all over her, but her wound was almost completely healed. She wasn't sure if Morthos would be so lucky. She moved to Roxas, using her strength to pick him up despite her tiny stature. She carried him to Jax and Morthos, looking at them gently. [color=6ecff6]"We need to go to the hospital. I'm not sure how Morthos will react, and Roxas needs immediate attention."[/color] Her voice when she spoke was back to the motherly and soft tone, much different than how she sounds during battle. She wasn't sue whether to be concerned with Roxas or Morthos more, and she furrowed her brow. 

Once they made it to the hospital, the nurses took note that two of them were seriously injured, and took them to be looked after right away. The rooms were stark white and silver, much more modern looking than the rest of the town. It felt too clean, and in a way, uncomfortable. This reminded Ophelia of Jax's accident, though the outcome was much different. She looked to her sister and smiled softly, in this moment, glad she could.[/i]