The Earth After Rebirth

Wilfred was busy at work. Without the hospital and it's seamless technology there were chances that James wouldn't make it.

He had used a really thin knife that was not even sterilised to cut the incision. Wilfred looked for an exit wound but didn't find one, this was getting a lot more complicated.

Especially because they were in a crossfire, trying to stay out of the way as many bullets came flying to their position. Grey and Jesús trying their best to buy them some time.

"Are you going to be done any time soon?" Jesús asked getting out of the way of an oncoming bullet.

The noise made it harder to hear each other because the silencer was no longer on any of their guns.

"Have you ever done this?" Wilfred shot back with a venomous glare.

His hands were deep within James' guts, he'd only known the kid for a couple of hours. He was couldn't for the life of him piece it together as to whg he took a bullet for him. Now he felt obligated to save his life, Wilfred didn't show it but he was panicked.

The life he had lead gave him so many experiences but this one was a first for him. Nobody he'd ever known had ever taken a bullet for him, so he didn't know what to feel, he just knew that he wanted to save him.

Upon seeing the venomous look shot his way, Jesús cleared his throat and gave him an apologetic look.

Wilfred didn't have anything else but his two hands to take the bullet out, with the blood in the way, he knew it wouldn't be easy but he concentrated and started wiggling his hand around his insides, looking for any foreign object that shouldn't be there.

Fortunately for James, he was able to locate it after several minutes of looking. It was extremely small, his fingers dropped it more than once which set him on another journey of finding it and the mission of picking it up.

Wilfred was sweating profusely, he'd done many jobs in the past but none have ever made him sweat like this. After much of this stress, he finally took out.

"He's a strong young man." He complimented at the fact that he had not collapsed after surgery without any particular drugs.

They didn't have anything to stitch him together with so Wilfred took out a small lighter and burnt the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Hopefully, I've done a good job." He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

If Wilfred looked closer to the James he would've realised that his breathing had stabilised upon removal of the bullet. He now just needed a med pod to heal him faster.

James, for the first time since getting shot opened his eyes slightly. Everything was blurry, his sense of hearing wasn't working at all. He continued to blink to help his eyes adjust, over him was an old man.

He smiled, "it seems you're alright, I'm glad." He couldn't even hear the sound of his voice and before Wilfred could do anything else, the pain stole his consciousness.

"Stay there little one, you've fought well." Wilfred said taking his gun out, joining the fight too.

Grey and Jesús seemed to be very poor shots because once Wilfred joined the fray the enemy guards were dropping like flies.

Jesús had been shot in the arm, Grey was bruised and grazed but other than that he was completely fine. Explore stories on empire

When the last of the guard fell to their death, Wilfred didn't waste any time and out James on his shoulders, careful not to reopen his wound and start trudging forward.

"We're closer to the side Master Waynworth took. It's most strange that we haven't ran into him, let's see what is the hold up." Wilfred gave his order and the two men could do nothing but follow.

On their way to the west gate they had many encounters with guards but they were much faster, despite having a whole person on his shoulders, Wilfred remained a great shot.

He told James before that he wasn't his bodyguard and that he would let him die if he was a burden but here he was, risking his own life to ensure that the young man was carried to safety.

"Just how big is this place? We've been here since forever and have yet to see the mouth of the mine!" Jesús complained running alongside the two.

"It would be useless to run into the captives while there were still so many guards to take out. It's better this way, at least now we won't shoot at the innocent people by mistake." Wilfred said almost out of breath, even he was a human, evolved as they were, they still got tired when their bodies were put in extreme situations.

And Wilfred was not young anymore, his old bones complained of the strain he was putting them under but he ignored it.

"I think I see him." Grey said looking straight ahead, he was the only one visible to the fight happening up ahead. "He's fight someone, where's the young man? Nikolai Black?"

Soon enough they could all see, the closer they got the easier it was to read the situation. They could see Nikolai beaten black and blue on the ground unconscious.

"You think you're something special now huh, slum rat?" Arnold was frustrated, he couldn't get a clean off Sekani.

"Imagine that, cant even get a hit on an ordinary slum rat." Sekani mocked.

"Master Waynworth!" Wilfred cried out, placing James next to Nikolai.

"Not another step Wilfred, this idiot is mine, please see what you can do for Nikolai there. I can handle him." He ordered.

Wilfred of course had seen him move before, he'd been on the other end of his punch while they spared, he wasn't worried about him as a fighter, he was just being a dutiful butler.

"Yes sir." He quickly knelt down checking the boy for any injuries.

"Haha, just because you outplayed and outsmarted Blakeson you think you can get out of this fight alive?"

Sekani chuckled taking off his jacket suit and rolling up his shirt sleeves, "I don't think I can. I know I can."