With trained eyes he watched Fay move about, picking up Anton and telling him to take her. He did. His bloody, unconscious packmate in his arms, he gulped down a breath of air. Another person's life was literally in his hands; he needed to take her somewhere safe. [i]"The hospital."[/i] The answer rang through his mind as he partially registered Fay's words. He saw the fear on her face, so prevalent and chilling it almost made him want to panic too. No, he had to keep a cool head. Especially now.

"Alright." He said, his voice sounding flat as cardboard as it came form his mouth. It took him a second to move his legs again as they became paralyzed with trepidation. Making pace, Kalib started back to the junkyard entrance as fast as he could with Anton in his arms. He had wanted to tell Fay to come with him but. . . . But. . . She looked so scared. He hadn't seen anyone look so scared in his life. [i]"Is she going to be ok"[/i]

His hand worked to hold up Anton and reach for his cellphone, independent from him as Kalib focused on making sure he was going the right way to the hospital. "Hello, Carlson?" Even to himself his voice sounded distant and dazed. "Anton's been beaten up. I'm taking her to the hospital."