"No... Please stop... I never wanted this. Please..."

A small figure was hunkered down in the corner of a room, a shadow cast by something looming over him. He let out a little whimper as the figure shifted in with sharp impatient movements.

"I thought you wanted power and balance! This is the price you pay for that."

"Not him, anyone but him..." The figure shrank farther and farther away from the other voice.

"He is one of them." It hissed back at him. "We share the same desire, power and balance! Those others have no place in the world. Either they join or die." It shifted letting a little light onto the person on the corner. He was covered in scars, some of them noticeably more recent. "You made the right choice, coming to me."

"I will gladly eliminate any of the others, but he has gone through so much already. He lost his wife and his daughter in childbirth."

"Are you going soft?" The voice hit an eerie pitch on the last word, sending shivers up the human's spine.

"No, of course not." He hastily replied.

"Good, we need to strike some fear into the hearts of those who rebel against us. I know where they are, send the eagle squad in."

"Yes Master," The figure got up slowly and headed out of the room, dejection on his face. He didn't even glance back, feeling no remorse for anything he had done.

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Phoebe shook her head gently, the tiny pieces of hair that had escaped the bun swaying gently. "I'm not just talking about the trauma that Ollie's body has gone through."

"Oh?" Daniel tilted his head, still keeping an ear out for any complications.

"I think I might have a solution, but I would feel better with Chris and Scar around."

Daniel didn't comment on the fact that, while he was learning medicine, his fomer degree was utterly useless in the wilderness. When was the next time they were going to need a laywer? A lawsuit against a squirrel for stealing the birdseed?

"Does it have to do with the Star Dust?"

"No," Phoebe smiled a little. "It has to do with the Moon Dust and reacting with copper and iron."

Chemistry was not Daniel's thing, so he pressed no further. "Why did you come to me then?"

"I mean no offence, but I didn't come for just you. I came for Ollie."

"Help yourself, I'm just making sure he stays alive." Daniel opened up his arm and sidestepped to let her over to the cot once again. Another bed was shoved up against the wall, should they ever need to use it.

"Thank you, Daniel." Phoebe gave him a knowing smile and started studying the setup they had for the comatized Ollie. Daniel debated whether or not to sit again and continue writing on his notebook.

While both of them were occupied, a large shipment of medical supplies popped into existence in the middle of the room, startling them both.

"Jeepers!" Daniel exclaimed before examining and organizing the goods. Under his breath he muttered, "A little warning next time Scar."

"It isn't the first time we've been shocked by random supply shipments." Phoebe laughed, giving the errand runners some credit.

"Ever since Ollie arrived, there have been lots of surprises," He gestured at the unconscious figure.

"Perhaps Ollie is showing us what we have been blind to, revealing the deep secrets." Replied Phoebe, her voice barely carrying across the room.

Her points made sense, Daniel showed his agreement by staying silent and starting to put the meds away.

Apparently the surprises weren't over yet, as a very audible thud sounded from the living room. Phoebe and Daniel shared a look of shock before they rushed out to the room. To their horror, Scar and Chris were covered in many recent wounds, blood oozing out from their living bodies.

Scar started to try to push himself up, but was impeded by Chris' limp body weighing on top of him. When he saw the others he closed his eyes in concentration, and morphed rather uneasily into his bobcat self.

Collapsing onto the floor with his limbs limp, Scar managed to twist his head through half lidded eyes to check on Chris. Only the unsteady breathing greeted his ears.

Despite being severely exhausted himself, Scar dragged himself back to his human counterpart and communicated wordlessly that he needed Chris to be put in the medical room.

It was a painfully slow thirty seconds as Scar used the wall for balance taking uncoordinated steps to the med room, a short distance away. Once there, he managed to stumble into the supply closet, picking up a syringe with a fluid inside it.

"Is that wise?" Daniel interjected. He knew exactly what Scar was about to put in his body. While it would give him energy and strength for the next three hours, the side effects were brutal. Massive migraines, exhaustion worse than when you started, and horrible rashes near the injection site.

Scar barely had the strength to nod. "Chris needs me. It will be worth the pain after when I know I have treated my patient."

"Let me help you." Daniel insisted as Scar feebly held the needle side to his skin. Gratefully, Scar handed the medicine to Daniel's much more steady hands. After the injection it was but a few seconds before Scar regained control over his body and his energy.

He leaped up and hustled over the extra cot Chris had been put on. He was laying on his back and monitors had been attached to him by Phoebe. While she wasn't adverse to helping people with medicine she hated blood, so it came to no surprise when she hastily excused herself out of the room.

"Daniel, get the type O blood." Scar commanded as he started rapidly working on treating the worst of the wounds. "No, no, no, hang in there buddy." James took one look at the reading of the blood and let out an exclamation. "He's lost thirty percent, we need that blood NOW!"

Daniel hurried to the best of his abilities, hooking a tube to connect into the body. If Chris lost anymore blood, it would be fatal. However, he couldn't hook the blood up until James stopped the worst of the bleeding, otherwise the blood would be lost.

Grabbing a surgical needle, a pair of gloves, and his magnifying glasses, James wasted no time in sewing the worst of the slice wounds. He muttered many things under his breath as he worked quickly to sew up the jagged edges.

Once one of the three major wounds was sewn up, James went to the next one after barking a command for the percentage lost.

"Thirty-five percent." Daniel had the blood at the ready, every inch of his body stiff.

James could not rush the process and it was driving him insane. Quickly moving to where the blood was soaking through Chris' shirt in his midsection, he sewed the straight cut would with much more speed.

"Percentage." James kept his voice clipped as he moved onto the final one. When Daniel didn't respond, he said it louder. "Percentage, Daniel!"

"Thri-thirty nine," Daniel gulped.

"NO!" James shook a little and had to take a moment to steady his hand again. Chris wasn't going to make it if he didn't get his blood back up. The beeping of the monitors was a dull consolation to Chris' heart still beating valiantly.

James' vision pulsed a little as the room grew a little dimer. Steady hand motions, steady hand motions. Hook, pull, tighten.

"Thirty nine and half." Daniel whispered, looking at the reading with horror.

The moment James finished the last stich on the large wounds, Daniel plugged the blood in. A full minute of silence followed, James shakily pulling off his gloves and staring at Chris. The blood was almost fully into Chris' body and his heart still beat strong.

After all the blood had been put into Chris, Daniel collapsed into a chair. James heaved a huge sigh and started tending to the smaller wounds, cleansing and bandaging scuffs and scratches.

"Daniel, will you make sure we have a decent supply of vitamin C?" James was almost done with bandaging Chris, the poor man's skin was covered in mostly synthetic cloth now.

"On it." Leaping from the chair, Daniel disappeared into the closet.

Right as James was finishing wrapping one of the larger, but not significant wounds, Chris started stirring. His eyelids fluttered open and his eyes were cloudy.

"Can't see..." He muttered slowly, his normally smooth voice raspy.

"Hold on one second Chris." James grabbed some sedatives, preparing to put him under again so that he wouldn't be in pain.

"Wait..." Chris feebly held out a hand in the direction James' voice came from. "Where is Hope?"

"She, she's with the others." James sounded surprised. "Do you want me to get her?"

"No," Chris lowered his arm and closed his eyes again. "Is she safe?"

"Yes." James did not know how safe Hope was at the moment, however, that was not what Chris needed to hear right now. As it seemed that Chris was done talking, James prepared to knock him out again.

"Will I ever see again?" Chris asked unexpectedly.

"I-I don't know." James didn't know. During when they were ambushed, one of the morphs had sprayed a burning liquid at them. It had struck Chris right in the eyes. "Morphing should fix-"

"James..." Chris furrowed his eyebrows again. "I can't morph."

"No, don't think like that!"

"It's true. Whatever that stuff was, it has crippled me. I'm just an injured human."

"There has to be another way..." James trailed off.

"I tried, James. Go, get some rest. I will be fine."

"But, your vison." James didn't want to leave, despite feeling fatigue come over him. The shot he had taken was wearing off, and soon he was going to reap the consequences of it.

"Is there anything else you can do?" Asked Chris quietly.

"I can run some tests-"

"No, you've done all you can. Sedate me."

"How did you know?" James stopped midway to the medicine.

"There is more to life than seeing things." Chris paused. "Everything will be fine. I'm sure my vision will be back."

Even as James sedated Chris and headed to his room to collapse onto the bed, he did not have hope for Chris' vision. He didn't know what to do at this point, poor Chris. Terrible things just kept happening to him...