Lula looked at him for a moment, truely puzzled. "Well, the storage elevator doesn't work anymore." She scratched her chin and then stretched out one of her wings. She took it in her hands and scratched it with her nail. "Tougher than leather. I think I can bend 'em funny to carry everything. Like a pouch!" She threw out the idea absently, not knowing what the boy would think of it.

Nayeli pet the child's head with one hand and rubbed her own arm nervously with the other. "Well, I don't know about where you came from but the Outbreak was pretty bad around here. All that chaos, and killing, people started doing it themselves to save us Anthros the trouble. We have leaders to help us cope with ourselves...but if they're corrupting, what's going to happen to us?" She lowered her head so her bangs hid her face, her ears tilted low on her head.

"Hmmm, do you know if there are any carts that are empty back where everybody is? I think that could be the best option until I can get my hands on a welder and some grease." The boy smiled, his fingers drumming on the gas mask he held. He set the mask back in his satchel before running over to a pile of scraps and started to tug on any sheet metal he saw, pulling out eventually odd shapes and sizes.

"We came from a tyrant's territory. The White Lion's son had killed him and took the title for himself, killing or torturing any that opposed." Phly tilted Nayeli's head up, "Come now, there is always a bright side to things. For example, I've met you." He grinned a bit, blushing, turning more from translucent to a pearly green.

I'll check, don't get eaten up!" called Lula cheerfully, using her wings to rush back to the lobby, going much fast than she had with Gasket. She searched around behind the counter and then in the back service area and finally found an old, rusted up shopping cart. "Meh," she mumbled, and pushed it out and down the hallway once more.

"We don't know what exactly happened to the Jet Wolf. All we know is he's dead and Cade, and probably Reve, had something to do with it. Probably did it themselves." Her voice turned bitter for a moment and she stopped petting the boy. Then she looked up and smiled at Phly. "Yeah, and neither of us are dead yet," she said with a smirk, her dark humor kicking in. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, as if apologizing for her crude words.

Cade, the Alpha, opened up his door at last and stuck his head out, glancing around carefully. At last he moved away and limped toward the stairs. He paused, and tilted his head as though he were curious about what lay before him. "What is this thing bleeding in my way?" he hissed. Hudson jerked his head up. "The girl you talked to not long ago? She's hurt and we can't move her until she regains consciousness," he snarled, not a big fan of the hideous man. "Well, why you haven't gotten a medic yet?" asked the Alpha. Hudson narrowed his eyes in pure hate. He knew damn well he was a medic. "Ah," Cade cackled in realization. "Well excuse me. Hurry and move the thing. Soon. Kill her if it saves time. I have an annoucement to make to my gang." He glared back at Hudson before turning on his heels and vanishing once more. Ziggy looked anxiously at his brother but the lizard only twitched and then returned to his work.

"I doubt anything would try to eat me." He grinned and started again to go through the piles of scraps. A dark figure rose from behind a large pile and slowly made it's way towards the little skunk. Gasket was too busy analyzing a few gears, looking for cracks or broken spots. The figure drew closer before it picked up the boy, scaring him into releasing his defensive gas, "AHH!!!" Gasket screamed, failing in the arms of his captor.
"You sure do squirm a lot for a lil' guy." The centaur laughed, before grabbing Gasket's gas mask and pulled it over his face, "Boy, don't you know your own buddy when you see one?" The centaur set the skunk on his horse half.

"Will? Is that really you?" He looked up at the horse in amazement. He hugged him before looking about, "Where's Lula, Got to make sure she knows you're a friend."

Lula heard the scream and her eyes widened. She left her cart and flew down the rest of the hall in one beat of her wings. She clicked her tongue and saw the centaur and in less than a second had both wings spread threateningly, a gun in one hand and a small hunting knife in the other. "Put him down!!" she screeched, her voice unusually high. She recalled the centaur from the fight and how he had damaged Connor so horribly. That did not put him too high on her friends list.

Gasket looked up, "It's okay!!" He held his hands up, trying to defend his friend from his friend. The centaur jumped back, his grip on the skunk loosened and down the boy fell to the ground. The centaur pawed nervously at the ground, sidestepping to both sides, "I'm not here to do any harm. I swear, this is just a misunderstanding. I always used to sneak up on the kid." He smiled nervously. His hands had dropped to his belts, one gripping on a gun and the other on his staff. He didn't mean to, but if was an old habit. (Hmmm... Go a head and shoot at his if you want, this one's gonna run off. Deciding not to add a new one for a bit.)

Phly picked up Thanatos and looked about in the room he chose before getting up and setting the sleeping boy on the nearest couch. He then took off his worn out shirt and laid it on the boy like a blanket, hoping that would do for now, "Let's just forget the world." He smiled, turning around and pulling Nayeli off the ground and into a kiss. He had been wanting to do that for a while and finally got the courage to.

Gabriele's heartbeat was finally going back to a stable beat. The blood transfusions were finally helping along with all the stitches that were already added were caked in dried blood. Her breathing was becoming slow and quiet again, sounding more stable than it did before, though there was still plenty of internal damage that would later need to be taken of once her vitals were back to normal.

(Hmmm....okie doke. :D) With the adrenaline still coursing through her, the horse's movement to his gun set her off and she pulled the trigger, aiming not for any vital organs but an inch above his hand that gripped the gun. It was only a warning shot. She had a feeling that this centaur was indeed the skunk's friend, but he was not hers. Her face was twisted into a snarl that showed most of her small, shark-looking teeth. "Get out of our territory!" she ordered furiously. For such a small girl, she knew how to make herself frightening.

Nayeli giggled, draping her arms over his shoulders and returning the kiss happily. "God, I wish we could," she said, smiling softly. She smirked. "You always surprise me. Sometimes you're shy and sometimes you pull stunts like this." Her tail swished curiously and then brushed up his leg and now-bare side. She then thought for a moment. "We could...for a little bit," she muttered, chewing on her lip and glancing at Phly.

Hudson looked up as he felt Gabriele begin to stabilize. "Alright, Ziggy? How you holding up?" he asked, turning to his brother. Ziggy looked at him, a little queazy but righting himself when he knew Hudson was about to ask something of him. He nodded, his red eyes staring intently. "Go get a gurney and all the medics in the building. We gotta get her off the stairway and into the back where there's actual equipment," said Hudson, pulling out the needle so the boy could go. Ziggy bobbed his head again, rose, and ran into the lobby to gather what his brother had ordered.

Will let out a cry of pain when the searing bullet dug into his wrist. He let out a curse as he ran, "I didn't come for violence." He growled as he jumped over the piles of scraps and was soon gone. Gasket looked from Lula to where Will had been, "He wasn't going to hurt anybody..." He whimpered nervously.

Phly looked at her blushing, "Ar- Are you sure?" He moved his kisses down to her neck, though his submissive side was starting to show. He looked about, "If you want to, where'd you like to?"

A handful of medics came running over with a gurney to Gabriele and Hudson, "What's the diagnosis?" One of the medics asked, looking Gabriele up and down, mentally going through a checklist of problems. The rest of the medics set a blanket down next to the girl and gently set her onto the blanket. They then picked Gabriele up by the blanket and set her onto the gurney.

"I don't know that," said Lula in a dark voice, in answer to both statements. She looked down at Gasket and her expression softened just a little, but it was an unreadable emotion. "Next time he'll know not to come sneaking out of the dark if he wants help," she muttered, patting his head. She turned stiffly, holstered both her weapons, and went to go retrieve her cart from the hallway without another word.

Nayeli giggled as she felt him venture down her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled gently. "Down, boy," she snickered, glancing around to see in anyone was taking notice of them. "Most of the complexes on the left half of the apartment are vacant," she hissed, taking hold of his hand, and pulling away so she could lead. Nayeli was far from submissive. "Let's go."

"Most definitely internal bleeding in the abdominal area, infection on a lot of the cuts on the wings and body, fractures all alone the wing bones, probably compound, might want to check for communited along the ulna so be careful," he said with emphasis, watching the others sternly. "And if her vitals start to slip even a little, you drop what you're doing and stablize them," he ordered.

Gasket nodded, understanding why she was worried, "I'm sorry Lula, it won't happen again." He tried to hide the whimper that slipped out, turning back to gather more scraps and making a pile of things he wanted. Picking carefully through the rusted parts he came upon a skeleton, instantly backing away, muttering a quick prayer and moved to a different pile, not wishing to disturb it's grave site any more than he already had. The boy's eyes lit up when he found a pair of old welder's goggles that were torn in half, the lens were still fine, "Excellent." He smiled, coming up with an idea for these, he carefully set them in his satchel.

Phly let out a small groan when his hair was pulled, the submissive in him was waking up along side of the masochist, "Yes ma'am." He quickly muttered, following her eagerly. He tried to kiss the back of her neck again as they headed to their destination to play.

"Yes sir!" The medics replied as they quickly ran Gabriele back to the medic ward. They yelled at anybody that even looked remotely in their way, not wanting to lose the girl on the way there. Gabriele's wings slowly started to curl themselves around her body in a protective manner, reopening wounds and causing more pain. Gabriele whimpered lightly as a couple of medics tried to unfold her wings, "What's the patient's name?" One asked.

"I think Ziggy said Maybell or something."

"Gabriele! That's what it is."

"Gabriele, hun, you need to relax and try to move your wings back. We won't be able to help you if you are covering your wounds." One medic cooed gently as she tried to carefully move the wing nearest to her.

"We are probably going to have to tranquilize her to be able to get anything done." Another medic grumbled.

Lula returned shortly afterward with the cart. "Find anything of use down here?" she asked, her voice back to it's chirpy cheerful self. She glanced around the room and noticed the remains and how Gasket was now searching in a different location for items, and decided not to say anything about it.

Nayeli gasped as her neck was kissed again, a very sensitive spot on her. Her grip tightened and she practically hauled him through the doors, up the stairs, and broke into a room with a quick slam of her elbow to the door. She whirled around and grinned at him, eyes wide. She slammed the door shut and shoved him against it, kissing him first, long and hard on the mouth and then moving down to his jaw and tracing her way up to his ear, where she let out a soft, longing moan.

Hudson followed them at a brisk walk. "Use a mild anesthetic! She's not strong enough to handle heavy ones," he barked after them, frowning. He hated losing people. It wasn't about guilt, it was about a sense of failure. His eyes flashed as they caught sight of Nayeli and Phly dashing off toward the far side of the building. A very soft, subtle growl rumbled up from his throat. "Looks like you've already been replaced, my man," said someone. Hudson whirled around, ready to punch the hell out of whoever had spoken. But when he found them, his eyes only narrowed and he shook his head. "Shut up, dude," he hissed at Connor, who was laying on his back on a couch where Ox had left him, not wanting to move due to dizziness and pain. Hudson stared back at the two as they left, his tongue flicking in and out in anger.

"Some things" He turned and grinned, pointing to his pile of scraps he wanted, "Those are what I want." He smiled, moving to the pile and grabbing handfuls and placed them into the cart carefully, not wanting to damage anything any further.

Phly practically moaned when he was slammed against the door, his arms pulling ? Nayeli close to him as he returned the kisses. "Dominate much?" He smiled, hoping to instigate more. His hands slipped under her shirt when she moaned in his ear.

"Yes sir." The medics replied as they rushed off. As soon as they got Gabriele into a room in the medical ward, they started working on her, stitching her up more and dosed her with a mild anesthetic before going into work on attempts of fixing her broken bones and trying to keep her wings down. Medics kept running out and into her room with different equipment, using anything that would be of use while monitoring her for any signs of unsuitability.

"Nice!" she congradulated him, helping lift a few things and placing them gingerly ontop of eachother. She had never thoroughly looked through here, she doubted anyone had, and it was fascinating imagining what this little genius had in store for the scraps. "Any ideas for something?" she chuckled, raising her eyebrows curiously.

"You got a problem with that?" Nayeli purred, biting her lip and guiding his hands up to her chest. She arched her back, almost showing off. She knew guys liked to play, she had no idea why, for she found no such fascination in her or any other girl's puppies, unless of course, she had a boy up her shirt like now. She slipped her hands down his sides and idly into the back of his pants, just enough to let her fingers explore.

Connor took Hudson's hint, but only in a sense. He looked around nervously and sat up, using solely his abdomen to lift himself as his arms were very sensitive now. The shift made him kind of nauseous and he had to tilt his head up for a moment to keep anything from coming up. He then lowered it, and peered at the world from under his blonde bangs, hunched over, ears lowered. "I didn't really get to see Gabrielle back there...How..." he paused to lick his lips. "How is she?" he asked cautiously, glancing at the lizard's back. Hudson didn't turn around. "She'll probably survive. You of all people should know how resilient we are," said Huds in a tone that made the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. Connor frowned, but couldn't think of anything to say to that.

"An idea or two." Gasket said after he got his scrapes in the cart and started to search a bit more, pulling parts out and setting them into the cart until the cart was filled with scrapes, "There, now that's a pile to start with. Would you like to help me when I work on these, or want to at least keep me company?" He asked, looking up at his bat friend.

"Not at all, I love it." He whimpered happily, his hands exploring every inch of her body slowly, wanting to really feel everything he was allowed to. He kissed her neck again, loving the taste of her scent. Everywhere that Nayeli's hands went made him have goosebumps, not used to being touched, and the fact that he absolutely loved the affection.

The medics kept working, only pausing twice when she started to flat line, quickly bringing her back in order to continue working. They emptied the medic ward of anybody that wasn't injured or a medic, needing all the space and quietness they could get to concentrate. Tired surgeons and doctors would switch out with a new one, who had been filled in on any update and had been watching for at least a quarter of the hour.

"I can try!" Lula said, grinning. "I've never built anything before though." She bit her lip and shrugged then, taking hold of the cart. "Help me push?" she said, suddenly shy after considering if she could keep up with Gasket's ideas. For the moment, she decided, she'd keep him company.

Nayeli sighed happily, and pulled her hands out from his pants and lightly pulled his shirt up and over his head, throwing it carelessly across the room. In a burst of dominance, she pushed his arms back and growled, smiling. She dragged her tongue down his abdomen and then bit him on his hips, pulling at his pants with the tips of her fingers, just enough so there was a gap between his body and the cloth but they still remained up.

Hudson sighed, tied on his mask and relieved one of the doctors, a frown furrowing his brow as he began repairing anything he had missed previously.

"You let the parts tell you what they are and what they were meant to be." Gasket smiled, "And I can help with anything, if you want." He smiled and nodded, grabbing the cart and started to push with his friend.

Phly whimpered happily with every bite, feeling the energy it was causing to build up. He looked down at Nayeli, curious to what she was going to do, though honestly didn't really care since she was the more dominant one.

Gabriele soon resembled Frankenstein with all the staples and sutures placed into her to close gaps. After five hours of working on her continuously, she was finally all closed up, and now needed time to heal. The nurses were rubbing ointments on the wounds, applying things to help with the healing process and to help fight infection.