Future in the Stars | Catradora

22 - Rescue

I have an entire project due in two days and I haven't even started. I gotta go do that now but I don't wanna so here's a chapter instead :)

Y/n's POV

Roe, Glimmer and I ran out onto the boarding dock. Bow wasn't in his space suit, so he stayed behind the door to control the ramp from the inside. Or maybe he had some thing else in mind. I didn't really know, and I didn't really care. All I was concerned about was making sure our friends were gonna be okay.

"I see them!" Glimmer said just as I finished attaching a rope to her harness. I clipped myself to the latch connected to the ship, then linked a line between me and Glimmer just before the ramp lowered. Without the pull towards the vortex, we were able to maintain our ground on the boarding dock.

Glimmer headed out into space to catch the three figures hurling towards us. I stayed on the dock so that I could pull her in once she had our friends. I saw her grab onto them, and once it looked like the four of them were holding onto each other, I began reeling them in. Once we had everyone on the dock, Bow closed the ramp, and we all took off our helmets.

"Are you guys okay?" I asked, worry heavy in my tone.

"Yeah," Adora breathed, after panting a few times. "Well, I mean, kinda."

"Speak for yourself," Catra groaned, holding one hand over her stomach and the other over her mouth. A few moments later, she puked onto the floor. After unhooking all the ropes, Roe and I rushed over to the group.

"Mom?" Glimmer whispered, poking the lifeless figure on the floor.

"Is she breathing?" Roe asked.

Adora leaned over the woman—who I assumed was Angella—and checked her vitals. After a moment, she sat back on her knees and shook her head no.

"Well, do CPR, then!" I chirped.

"What?" Catra croaked.

"Shove over," I ordered, and positioned the former queen so I could start doing chest compressions. "Glimmer, when I get to thirty, tilt her chin back, pinch her nose, and give her two breaths."

"You're breaking her!" Bow's voice cracked as I pressed down on her ribs. I didn't even noticed that he had walked over to join us. "Adora, heal her!"

Adora, still transformed as She-Ra, pushed me away—literally. I fell over into my elbows—and took Angella in her arms. She hugged her close, and the tall, pink-haired woman's skin started glowing. The light faded, and Angella coughed. She wasn't awake, but at least she wasn't dead.

"You're alive!" Glimmer gasped, tears in her eyes.

"Guys, get into the control room!" Entrapta said over the loud speaker. She didn't say why, but none of us were going to argue with a literal genius. Adora carried Angella, and I put Catra's arm around my shoulder to help her walk, since she seemed pretty weak. It might've been from being exposed to the high pressure of space for too long or maybe she ran oxygen just before being pulled aboard, but either way, she wasn't looking so good.

"What's going on?" I asked as we joined Entrapta in the main room.

"According to my readings, the vortex is becoming unstable," she explained, flicking a few swtiches on the arm of her chair.

"So... what does that mean?" Adora asked.

"Hold on tight!" she responded--which wasn't really an answer but okay--then drove the ship forward at an extremely high speed. I lost my balance as Darla shot through space, and tumbled onto the ground. Without my suport, Catra fell over too, then she curled up into a ball and covered her head. I was really starting to worry about her health.