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[applix]

Mike could feel the knife stuck in Ossanlin and he let out a small gasp as he could feel the andalite struggling. Somewhere he felt regret for lashing out, but the guilt wouldn't come because the fear kept pushing it back. His heart was racing, near enough to where he might actually faint. But he had a high tolerance for pain, at least when it came to going out cold. The boy could feel his hand slammed down hard on the ground and he tried dearly to let go of the knife, but for some reason his hands would not relent. He yelled out and the arm which held the knife began to shake. Unfortunately Mike had chosen a knife which was entirely made from metal and it had fused with his skin from being shocked so many times. His palm was black and the other side was red.

He muttered something almost inaudible, "My eyes...." He whimpered softly, looking down to his chest as he lay on the floor.

[Myitt]

Corliss steps over to Myitt, picking up the discarded putty gun where it lay on the dusty bar floor.  He charges it and looks down at the base in dismay.  "It's out of bandages," he says tersely, setting it down on the bar counter. 

Myitt keeps aiming her weapon at Mike with her left hand as he whimpers on the floor, her breath ragged.  The pain is awful, but she can imagine Mike's pain is quite a bit more substantial.  Almost unconsciously she starts to shimmy her bleeding arm out of the jacket sleeve, which is crusted with blood from the earlier wounds.  Corliss helps her gingerly take her arm out of the sleeve and lets half of the jacket hang from her other shoulder.  All the while her other arm keeps shakily aiming at Mike, muscles tiring from the strain. 

"It's not too deep," Corliss says quietly, as Myitt grits her teeth.  "I'm more concerned about blood loss from all of these cuts."  He pulls up the bioscanner again and inspects it, keeping a wary eye on Mike. 

"Ossanlin, are you alright?" Myitt calls, her voice constricted.  She clears her throat.  "Mike, can you hear me?  I'm sorry, but you're not well.  You need help."

<There's the understatement of the century,> Tara says blandly.

"We want to help you, but not if you attempt to attack us," Myitt continues, pausing to growl in pain and glare at Corliss.  "It feels like you're stabbing me again!"

"Sorry, mate, I've got to clean this stuff out," says Corliss, applying a single-use swab to Myitt's open wound, clearing the blood from around the old bandages.  "The scan says no arteries were 'it.  You're lucky as hell, you know."

"Could be worse," she says again. 

<Yeah, could be worse, my arm looks like hamburger,> Tara says faintly.  <And my head hurts.>

"At least you still have an arm," Myitt murmurs aloud.

[applix]

Mike could hear Myitt but he couldn't see them, his head shook as pain shot through his body. He couldn't even tell if the shadow had left him, he was cold as hell but that could easily be from the lack of food and water as well as blood loss (which was surprisingly minimal). His body shook but it wasn't like when he had been shocked by the collar but instead he seemed to be shaking from a mix of fear and pain. While his mind was nowhere near clear enough to process exactly what was going on, he began to realize that perhaps he had been tricked. The possibility had been there for Mike before, but dehydration had made him naive, malleable for the shadow to toy with him. Luckily Mike was beginning to see his folly and he tried to wipe tears out of his eyes so they wouldn't see him crying. He tried his best to gather himself as he spoke, but it came out shaky and weak.

"I'm blind.... it.. it took my sight." He said in a very vague sort of way. But it was the first thing that came to his mind and he supposed somehow it might explain why he had stabbed Ossanlin, that being the only thing he really felt guilty about at the moment because... well he was andalite (unless he was Yeerk too, but doubted).

"And I can't let go of the knife.." He muttered while shaking. His arm hadn't moved from the spot near Ossanlin's hoof, the bones in that hand were fractured in a bunch of places and he feared moving it would make him pass out. His breathing became hoarse as the pain from his rib (which he was laying on at the moment) made its way up to his brain. He yelled out in pain and hyperventilated for a few moments before he spoke again. "It's stuck to my hand..." His head looked around while he lay on the floor, blue eyes flicking around without focus.

[Shenmue654]

Mar's eyes widen in shock as he watches the scene unfold between Myitt and the young boy named Mike. He then snarls and glances at the obviously grievously wounded Mike, focusing and attempting to throw Mike away from the scene telepathically. He isn't entirely sure how well it will work if at all, but he's fairly sure he's put enough force into it to get the monstrous boy out of the way if he's connected.

"Don't you dare hurt her," he states contemptuously.

[applix]

Mike had felt the ground one moment, and then air flying through his hair the next. His mind couldn't quite process what was going on, so in turn the only thing that really went through his mind was the pain caused by slamming into the wall. His body made a thud noise but he let out no sound from his mouth. Instead tears instantly appeared in his eyes, even before he managed to hit the ground. When he did the sounds of bones cracking could be heard from across the room. Three more ribs broke under his weight and the arm that held the knife fractured in 15 different places. Eventually the boy let out a cough, red blood staining his lips and leaking out onto the floor in front of him. Tears spread down his face and although he wanted to scream in pain nothing came out. Luckily the knife in his hand had been malignant in the whole episode because it could have stabbed him in the heart, although it didn't really matter now since a rib had punctured his right lung. His breathing sped up and he tried to pull weight off of it but he couldn't move because everytime he did it sent more agony through him. Ironically the collar hadn't been set off from the impact, or if it had he wouldn't know because he had been experiencing more pain than he could manage while it would have been shocking him. He began to whimper again, but now it sounded completely involuntary and less pathetic because it was so pained. Where before it had been more out of fear, now it was agony.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin feels the surge of energy from Mar and winces as the knife is wrenched against the raw nerve in his hoof, the knife managing to split the hoof completely open, changing Ossanlin's slight injury into a significant founder that would hobble him indefinitely if not treated.  He jerks back against the bar pulling his leg back hard, now trying to stand on three legs, supporting the rest of his weight with his arms.  A split hoof was a significant injury for an andalite, it could possibly cause Ossanlin to be unable to use the leg ever again, meaning his career as a Captain would be over and he'd have to live out the rest of his days in a ward on the homeworld with people to help him do things that he would no longer be able to do.  Images of times he'd galloped happily as a child flashed through his memory to more recent times enjoying gallops through the dome, something that could very well not be a possibility anymore if an andalite-savvy medic didn't treat him quickly and effectively.*

<SERECK-NAI!!!>  The thought roars driven by anguish, anger, and loss as his hoof is ripped open.  He turns his shredder on Mar supporting his weight with his free arm.  <You IDIOT!  DAMN IT, that was NOT necessary!!!!>  *Ossanlin was not usually one to lose his temper but Mar had already gotten a bit on his nerves, and the unnecessary, over-powered force that had thrown the already-subdued knife-wielding youth across the bar and had torn open Ossanlin's hoof and possibly caused him irreperable harm, had somehow managed to raise his ire.  He discharged his shredder at the glass holding the wine in front of Mar, the glass and liquid vaporizing.*  <If that boy dies or this injury handicaps me, that will be your head, and so help me I'll pursue you into the time-stream and erase whatever other worthless existence you have from the very moment you were spawned!>

*Ossanlin grunts in pain as he looks at the youth who has seemingly sustained life-threatening injuries.  He gestures to Corliss, his tone of thought a bit more crisp than he meant it to be...*  <Your sister is fine for now, but if you don't do something fast, he's going to die.  You need to stabilize him...>  *Ossanlin sucks air through his breathing apertures in quick bursts, not allowing the pain to get the best of him.  He pulls a small ampoule from his battle-harness and injects it in a vessel of the offended leg, the pain reducing significantly.*

[Myitt]

((Damn Luke, you're an early bird (or late? haha)...me, I hafta get up at 5:30 for stupid work at 7, bleh.  Hence the 6:30 posts, because I'm an addict ))

Corliss finishes placing thin little bandages over Myitt's cut when Mar chucks Mike into the wall. 

Myitt watches helplessly as Mar throws the boy across the room, multiplying his already severe injuries.  She glares at him.  "There's no need to kill him, Mar," she says angrily.  "He's clearly not himself!"

Corliss sighs.  "Bloody 'ell," he mutters, bringing the holoscreen scanner over to the boy.  He gently tries to pry the knife away from his hand--there was no telling what someone, even in his sorry state, could do when under the influence of an alien power.  Then he eyes the screens, checking the boy's pulse.  "It doesn't look good," he says in a low tone.  "I'm no medic, either.  I can stop the bleeding but 'e's going to need a proper hospital.  Or a miracle.  Otherwise..." He shrugs faintly, taking one of only a couple of painkilling patches he's got on him and activating it, pressing the black square against a bare patch of Mike's unbroken arm.  "He's losing a lot of blood, heart rate's increasing...broken ribs, his lower arm is demolished...compou nd fracture in his humerus...where's the nearest hospital?" He looks down at Mike, feeling terribly unable to do anything, even unwilling to move him for fear of hurting him more. 

"My ship has better medical supplies than yours," Myitt offers, wincing.  "We can try to get him out of here.  Ossanlin, you should come with us, you're hurt as well.  Goddamn we need a vacation..."  She limps over to the floating stretcher and rolls it over to Mike and Corliss, unsure of how to proceed.  "How do we lift him?" she whispers in Yeerkish.

"I don't know.  Carefully?" Corliss replies, trying to stabilize Mike's neck.  "Your arm is hurt."

"I still have another one," she snaps, kneeling to lift Mike's legs.  "On three."

They carefully and entirely without knowing what they're doing lift Mike onto the stretcher, trying not to move him any more than is necessary to prevent further injury. 

Myitt sits back in the nearest chair, her arm on fire, sucking in air.  "Well, that went well," she murmurs, fresh blood seeping from her open wound.

[applix]

The knife in Mike's had had been driven into the wood paneling and when he broke his ribs, he pretty much tore all of the skin from his hand too. When Myitt pulled it from his hand it came with a mass of black, charred skin. Blood leaked out of his hand, really the only place on his body right now it flowed freely. He moaned as he was pulled up onto the stretcher, his head swimming and his eyes unable to see anything but blackness. He felt scared ****less and when he heard where they were taking him he panicked.

"No... hospital." He said softly, groaning from all of the pain. Perhaps he was in a sad state to be asking them not to take him to a hospital, but in truth Hospitals usually scared him more than death. "Collar..." He said before coughing, blood leaking out of his mouth.

[Gumby]

Conner pointed his weapon from Mar, to Mike, and back to Mar. He saw as mike was demobilized, and re focused his gun on Mar.

"Look Mar. This is how I roll. You are against the humans, and for the yeerks. I am against the yeerks, therefore, I am going to shoot you. If you have any last words, say them now."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*for once Ossanlin does not feel rash at the short and to-the-point way that Conner had about him, brandishing his weapon with all the arrogance a human could muster.  In fact he smiled inwardly, a rueful smile, and suddenly felt reproach.  His thoughts should not travel down such a path, it was not becoming of his position.  Still, he held support for Conner's activity, however sorry he was for feeling so.  He holstered his own shredder, the moment of pain and rage subsiding to a dull throb, his thoughts calming again. 

XXX...He looked matter-of-factly at Applix as he unstrapped his secondary shredder and laid it on the bar next to the other Andalite's hand.*  <<I'm sorry, but I need to go out there...this could founder me if untreated and maybe Myitt can help.  Use the shredder if you need to, I trust your judgement Applix.  If you want to come, you can, but I'm not gonna leave you in here without a weapon.  Someone rational should keep an eye on them anyway.  It's up to you, but whatever you do take this with you please.>>  *he pushes the weapon a bit closer to Applix.*...XXX

*with one last dark look at Mar, his fur rippling silver and back to blue unbidden, he hobbles out the door, wincing and grunting everytime he is forced to put any weight on his damaged hoof.  He uses the hoof daintily as he limps, jumping off of it as soon as he can get his other leg in front of him.  With that painful and slow gait, he makes his way to the door and out, following the others towards Myitt's living ship.*

((Well, technically late.  You would not catch me dead being awake before noon if I didn't have class.  :p  I tend to push my bedtime back farther and farther until I implode and sleep for an entire day almost.  :p))

[Myitt]

Corliss sighs in exasperation and pulls at the collar around Mike's neck.  "Gerroff you bloody piece of--"

[applix]

Mike limp body shook and his eyes closed, a gasp escaping from his mouth. Touching the collar had finally put him over the edge and now he lay unconscious on the gurney he was being carried on.

***

Applix walked back from his ship towards the bar, noticing a group exiting with his approach.

<What is going on?> He said with eyes wide, glancing towards the young boy. <What happened?> He sounded deeply concerned after he noticed new wounds and blood on Myitt.

[Myitt]

"Jesus, poor bloke's going to go into shock," Corliss says, taking his hands away from Mike's throat and instead checking Mike's pulse.  Rapid and unstable. 

Myitt looks over at Applix, pale and sweaty, her arm swollen and bloody and her face still a greenish bruised hue.  "Kid's being controlled," she breathes.  "At least that collar around his neck isn't giving much of a choice in his actions.  And he tried to kill me."  She shrugs with one shoulder, like it doesn't really matter.  "I'll be okay, but he's...well, look at him."  She shakes her head.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Oops, sorry Matt, forgot Applix had left the bar...just axe that.  :p  I was obviously not thinking.  I changed the post but didn't remove the section...it can be ignored or played off of or whatever.  I feel "stoopid".))

[Myitt]

((So stoopid! XD  Hehehe...I'm terrible at remembering things like that sometimes...gotta keep checking, heheh.))

Corliss draws his Dracon and carefully aims it at Conner's collar, on stun.  "Alright, if this doesn't work, at least it'll stop some of 'is bloody pain."

"Or stop his bloody heart," Myitt murmurs, watching cautiously. 

Corliss fires at the collar, hoping to disable it so he can pull the damned thing off.