Griffy: A Short Story

"Is everyone okay?" I asked,getting to my feet.I got various yes's in response.Except for one person. "Griffyn?" I called,louder.No answer.I hurried into the cockpit-I had to force the door open.Several lights and gauges on the console flashed,smoke drifting lazily from beneath the controls.The back-up lights weren't as bright as the reugular lights,but they gave enough light to see by. Griffyn was slumped over in the pilot's seat,his head resting on the control panel.He was out cold. "Hera," I called out,already working on getting the seat belts undone. "What is-Oh." She rushed forward and helped me.Within a couple minutes,we had the 15 year old laid out on the floor.The visor of his helmet was cracked,something that looked like blood staining
the surface.