Darkspire watched him move, pursing her lips together. She listened to what he said and sighed. "Well I happen to be a doctor, just not a medical one, But I know how to treat burns." She looked into her communicator, pulling the sleek black device out. Checking the area she set it down on a rock. "I'll leave this here to help monitor his vitals. He looks to have been in the middle of an explosion. I'll be right back, it's hard enough for me to get around anymore seeing as I'm on their Top Wanted lists." Flicking her hair back she nodded to the other para before jumping out a nearby hole, flying off. She glanced up and grimaced as she noticed the moon had passed it's apex. She was in a race against time.

Her earpiece crackled as Orwell linked up to it, and she pulled it free and put it in. "I hope there's a safety cache somewhere... It's much too bright in my side of the city... I really should think of a lair."

The para at the other end responded, their voice coming through rather metallic as they used a robot's vocal synthesizer to speak. "What a wonderful idea we've been pushing for weeks now. There is a spot in this district. Your brother's clinic. With your abilities you can get what you need. You're strong this time of the cycle."

"Indeed. I won't be able to get him everything tonight but I can certainly arrange to have everything by tomorrow." She landed on the roof of the clinic, memories making her a bit unsteady. He was kinder than her, loved everyone and was loved just as equally. She remembered where he had kept his spare key and opened it up, heading inside. She gathered what items she could, locking it back up and turning to see a familiar car heading her way. She took off quickly as it stopped, the figure getting out and looking around. "I thought he'd left the city... Oh brother..."

"That could be a problem, Darkspire." Orwell warned. "You did say that your family hated Paras."

"Of course they do. They killed Morgan. I'm surprised Greggory is even here. He hates this city." She flew back into the building, carrying a change of clothes, water, a backpack of snacks, a blanket and pillow and a trauma kit. She looked to Taylor and grimaced. "I will have to work on him. I don't seek to harm you I'm in need of allies and all I want is revenge on those who changed us. You are free to watch, as I've done this several times due to my own development. Though this is far worse than anything I've seen before. We [i]will[/i] need a doctor. I cannot stress that enough. I have a friend," She taps the communicator, "Who knows people. You should be relatively safe here, but we'll see what we can do to get someone.. discreet to tend to him."