T’charrl was trying to accommodate Takeshi’s difficult situation by flying gently along, but sometimes it wasn’t all that smooth when there was the odd tree and the feeling of having to carry another being that was pretty much the same weight as him. He was as careful as he could be, his other set of arms holding onto Shu’s stave as he carefully flew while taking care to keeping a lookout for anyone that might think to ambush them, “Really? So flying among your kind is something you learn? We gain the ability when we’re teenagers”, he spoke, tilting his head in interest. He didn’t know much about them, he didn’t even know what the other guy was and Takeshi didn’t have a tail like his brother, “Vegeta…? Okay. Just keep your muscles relaxed as much as possible and he shouldn’t have problems helping you…I mean, the knives would be blocking your blood flow so the damage should be minimal…”

Viral was struggling a fair deal, the extra elevation was even making him feel a little too light-headed compared to earlier. He was having trouble keeping his head together and even Katas was beginning to get a little fuzzy, but the biggest difference was he didn’t want to die so pathetically by falling unconscious. Letting out a low pained groan as Katas continued to speak, he stared up at him with a frown before he let out a sigh, “Not…the strongest…? Hmph…I’m just…having a bad few weeks…” he mumbled, slowly trying to raise his hand up to his stomach, “Is that supposed to be a joke about me being void of a stomach right now…” Viral wasn’t having a great time right now, he could really do without being carried by a guy in flashy clothes who made jokes when he couldn’t slap him for it. Resisting the urge to cough up blood, he let out a groan as the pain continued to run through him all the while Katas continued to talk to him, “You…say that…but then…when battling is the only thing you’re good at…that’s all you want to do until you die. You…know no greater shame…than constantly failing…”

With the house not being too far, T’charrl arrived first after his mother but was fairly nervous about being this close to the city and so much out in the open. It was completely nerve-wracking, the last time he was this far towards the city he was being dragged away. Frowning a little, he slowly few closer to the ground, still holding Takeshi as he looked up to his mother in hope that she would be able to protect them if something happened; however, everything seemed to be going well as the expected person answered the door and immediately let them in. Frowning a little, he dropped to the ground and slowly but surely limped on into the house with Takeshi. He could at least try and walk properly, hoping to get on to somewhere where he could put Takeshi down and begin treating him properly, “Don’t worry! You’ll be back to being as good as new for someone like you”, he smiled, feeling fairly confident that he could treat an alien, “I have training in first aid!”

Viral was fairly out of it, his senses had been coming and going and all he wanted to do was give up and fall asleep. He knew it would be extremely bad for that to happen, but he was so drained of blood that things were not looking too good for him. He could only stare at Vegeta as he immediately approached him, the feeling of his back against a solid surface proved all too painful to handle right now but he was too weary to complain. Staring at Vegeta, he frowned before his eyes slowly looked away from him as if in shame. He didn’t want to arrive into Vegeta’s presence in this state ever, it was a terrible dishonour. Slowly looking back to Vegeta when he questioned his wound, he merely frowned before looking away again, “…Yes, it did. Their weapons are strong…” he muttered, trying to make up an excuse to why he fell so quickly to a blade. He was feeling incredibly weak, he didn’t even know how to answer Vegeta’s next question and instead lifted up his injured arm, looking at it, “…Well…my arm is…”, he spoke before dropping it, “But…I don’t know about this hole in my gut. How much longer…do I have…”

Shu looked fairly quiet as he lay in Garesh’s arms, the bandages hardly doing him justice to how at peace he appeared. The bandages were only showing a little bit of bleed through them, but otherwise it was dry and hardly a concern anymore. Without giving Yumi a response as she spoke the first time, her hand giving his own a little squeeze in hopes that he might wake up. It was a good thing he wasn’t snoring, he may had ended up causing way too much concern after falling asleep when hit on the head hard enough. Remaining fairly quiet as Yumi tried to get him to wake up, his fingers twitched a little when Yumi spoke a second time as concern swept through her voice, “…Ohh…dinner…?” he whispered eventually, his eyes still closed.

T’charrl watched as the others were sure enough tended to by their respectful peers, meaning T’charrl was going to have to help Takeshi in any possible manner. Smiling a little, he moved along and gently placed Takeshi down as Takeshi spoke, “Huh? It’s no problem, I mean…I do what I can to help”, he smiled, pulling forward his large pack and searched through it, “I hope you’re fair prepared for this, it’s a lot of wild remedies I use and some of them can sting a little”. Reaching in and pulling out a separate packet, he scooped out a strange green slime on two claws, looking to Takeshi’s open wound before wiping it down with it, making sure the slime went into the wound itself, “You’ll be repaired in no time! It stops further bleeding and encourages wounds to close. How’s that feel?”