[h3]Lajila Nox[/h3]

Jila was still out cold, the burns had spread, and a few pieces of scorching hot metal had burried themselves in her skin. Her face was a patchwork of burns, red and blackened. First responders were working their way down the train, but the car was at the back, so they might be too late if Lily didn't act soon. Jila's pulse was weakening, and her breathing was raspy- not just because of the smoke that slowly suffocated her.