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Kade!

It was as if she was being held against her will to watch the scene below, horrified and disgusted riddled with pure anxiety and fear for the hybrid as it all began to unravel in a fright. They just kept jumping and lunging finding time and time again that they might be able to scathe Kade here and there, only they would be torn away in such a passion that there greedy bloodlust would be for naught. Still she worried.

Looking frantically around on the roof for something, anything that might be of use Kyrie contemplated throwing whatever debris she could down. But she didn't want to injure Kade either, so she hadn't.

She might has well have been gagged, roped and bound to a chair to watch the entire thing, she couldn't do anything to help. Had nothing of ways to do so.

Squeezing her eyes closed in hopes to shake this nightmare away, fresh tears squished between her lashes streaming down her rosy cheeks.

Then came a thud she felt an instant chill creep down her neck. Eyes popped open to instinctively shove her back between the ledge into the corner as her attention scrolled up to the hunched Canis, barring it's large teeth with a devilish hunger. It's constant snarl, the fury and ache in its eyes to fill the void between its gut, Kyrie felt as if she was in a horror movie that the woman just couldn't ever escape away from the killer, no matter what.

"Kade!" she squeaked beneath a breath, barely audible, but it came out nonetheless.
 
The female Canis was out of commission.

It hadn't taken much, just a simple slam into her already cracked ribs and he'd shoved a shard into her heart. She was bleeding internally, dying even now and her mate was currently snarling in horrible, grief-stricken rage, snapping at the hybrid's neck and face as his own hand was around the Canis' throat. The hybrid snarled back, unaffected by what he'd done. They'd attacked him and he was protecting his mate. Such were the laws of this world, of their world. Death was a constant, bloodshed was common and survival ruled all.

The hybrid's grip on the Canis tightened ruthlessly, first cutting off air and then drawing blood as his claws and then fingers slipped into the other male's neck. He touched the trachea and gripped tighter as the Canis gasped and slowly, painfully suffocated, only to have his misery cut short as the hybrid shoved the claws of his opposite hand into the Canis' chest, tore and then reached in again and ripped out the heart. He released the other Peculiar entirely before rounding on the last one who had been knocked down earlier and was now coming up on him from behind. The Canis took one look at his dead pack members, though, and literally turned tail and ran, a high-pitched yelping whimper in his throat the entire way.

The hybrid looked after the other Changer before doing a careful search over the bodies. Three. One running. There had been five.

Black eyes narrowed dangerously as they moved toward the roof and his bleeding, gore-covered body did the same.
 
Cement crumbled as the canis crushed its own face into the corner she had been huddling in, as it had lunged at her in hopes to pin her. Fear was a powerful tool and she abused it in this moment to scuttle swiftly out of the corner in the barely nick of time.

Letting out a howl of sheer pain, it's long muzzle whirled around as Kyrie scrambled to find her feet squealing softly in her throat as blood from its face smeared downwards. She had nowhere to go! And that kept playing in her head. She could just jump off the side and kill herself, save the pain for herself to do rather than feel the agony of the Canis, but that wasn't even an option.

Coming to the opposite side of the ledge in hopes to escape the creature, Kyrie turned back at the wrong time to check her distance. The creature was faster than her and now even more angry.

She was lucky in a sense as she felt the claws dig through her side as she tried to roll away from the beast, renting flesh into muscle alike as the Canis's momentum of a strike nearly forced her over the edge. There came out the scream that she hadn't wanted to let go, as she crashed hard into the ledge, blood splattering sickly against the ground and the side from the new wound as it only seemed to heighten the Canis' delight as it let out a earthly growl.

Agony tore through her ripe and ready, Kyrie panted with labour from the pain ripping along her in numerous places as she felt her vision falter.
 
The roar confirmed the Canis was where he suspected it had been and it spiked some fear in him until he registered the pain in the roar, not triumph. But the scream from his mate washed away any satisfaction he felt at hearing the pain the Peculiar was in. It drove any and all thought but one from his mind; kill and kill painfully. A possessive, primal, blood-lusting rage drove him the rest of the way up the building in seconds and he no longer felt any pain at all as he launched himself from the edge of the roof and over his mate's body. He crashed into the Peculiar advancing on the female, quite pleased with itself.

It gave a yowl of pure fear as it hit the cement again, but the sound was completely drowned out by the hybrid's thunderous roar, powerful enough that it would be heard for miles. He didn't waste any time at all breaking the other male's arms at the shoulders, rending them completely useless against striking back and his tail came around, spikes digging into the now broken shoulders and the Peculiar's collarbones to hold the Canis down. The screams and snarls of pain were swift in coming and again the hybrid overrode them with another roar even as his claws made short work tearing their opponent from sternum to navel. The screams and struggles were fruitless and fell on deaf ears as the hybrid now took his time pulling out intestines and organs.

This wasn't a fight. This was deliberate. This was revenge for pain rendered. This was payment for harm done to someone who belonged to him. Every scream was paying that debt and it didn't take long for the Canis to die in agony.

Only then did he stop and pull back without a look back, moving to his mate. The fierce, volatile, bloodthirsty nature seemed to change in an instant when he got close to her, black eyes flooding slitted silver and his hand, while bloodied, was tender and so incredibly gentle, careful, when he touched her head and then slowly scooped her up. He cradled her close and despite the raw pain in his wings - more so when they hit the air repeatedly - he took to the sky, moving her away from the carnage.

It was not something she should have been subject to.
 
She squirmed and buried her face into her arms as much as she could trying not to tear her ribs any further that the Canis already had, she couldn't do much for the sounds of brutal anger and terrified fright that came from both peculiars, Kyrie whimpered helplessly into her own grasp.

When came the silence was when she dared a look up cautiously finding a bloody mitt reaching forward to her head that had her widen her foggy stare before knowing fully it was Kade. As much as she felt a sorrow for the other peculiar, she was never so grateful for Kade as in that moment right there.

Though she yelped as he scooped her, cringing more to her side of injury like an animal trying to protect the wound from another making it worse, Kyrie shuttered against her own will and bit down on her bottom lip silencing off her own pained cries as not to bother Kade with them.

She wasn't sure how long they were in the air for, but she was grateful to be on the ground when Kade finally figured the distance was great enough and his wings obviously wouldn't take them further.

When her feet touched the ground, a hand came around to cradle against her side moving away not to trouble Kade and it showed in her demeanour that she didn't want to burden him any more than she already had. The woman eyes stung with the constant prickle of her own tears, slowly working to sit down and lean to the good side of herself though she wasn't so sure she didn't come out of this ordeal with a broken or at least separated rib.

She caused him trouble again, and she felt deplorable for it. He should have just left her to the humans, not troubled himself with her.

She wanted to apologize but couldn't seem to find the words as eyes squeezed shut with a sucking sob through her teeth between her own pain and the accursed load she seemed to be with him. You'd think she'd be able by now to hold herself high and well in this world. But that was nothing less than the truth.
 
He hadn't wanted to harm her - not again - but it would seem he couldn't get that right and the hybrid watched as she stumbled away, a whimper escaping his lips when she sat with some distance between them. Had he done the wrong thing again? Or maybe it was just the pain, her limping off to try and fix it on her own, a dying member of a pack that knew it couldn't be helped. The thought brought a soft keening sound to the back of his throat and the hybrid moved forward to crouch at her side. He looked to her, growling questionably before his hand moved to her wrist, pulling away her bloodied palm from her side gingerly.

The smell of blood, many different kinds, but hers the most potent, came to his sensitive nose but it didn't elicit hunger. Not anymore. Anger sparked in silver eyes, but concern also as his primal eyes, mind took in the wound inflicted upon his mate. He knew quickly that it wouldn't kill her, not unless it started smelling foul, but it would be painful and he had no idea how to make it better. The urge to lick it clean came over him, but so did a sudden niggling thought that he really shouldn't do that. It was an odd thought, not fitting in with the others and the hybrid shook it away like a dog shook off water, but he didn't try to lick the wound clean.

Instead he let his mate's wrist go so she could cover the injury again and instead he looked back at her face, fingers brushing at her hair for a moment. Wishing he knew how to help. She wouldn't die and that kept him calm, but he didn't know how to make it better and he almost felt like he should know, but he didn't. He didn't understand how to treat her anymore than he knew how to treat his own numerous wounds. The ones on his wings and arms were bad, but he wouldn't die from any of them, not even with the blood loss. The moon would help his body heal a bit faster than normal, though, when the sun came up the effects would be gone.

A growling whimper took his throat again as the hybrid sat and his tail, injured as well, curled around his mate's smaller form. If nothing else, he could keep her warm.
 
She wasn't sure when she felt the call of slumber. She recalled Kate's concern, his gentle whines and softer gaze with him noting her own injury though his were far greater. The welcomed warmth he offered... Yes she was certain once he allowed just a soft gesture to fall around her, it had lulled her happily into a bliss of quiet comfort.

Curled up as tight as possible to retain her own heat, Kyrie opened her sluggish eyes to peer into the hazy vision that sleep pressed. She had no dreams thankfully, but that didn't mean everything wasn't burrowed deep into her mind.

Poor Kade.

Slowly moving around, testing her limits and mobility with a sharp breath between, Kyrie lifted herself off the ground with a hand as the other cradled her ribs. Eyes moved back to consider him as she frowned. He had done so much, and her so little. Yes she felt terrible guilt for it all.

So much to risk over one woman. Why? Why had he changed so drastically...

Fingers reached out to softly comb her fingers through the ebony bangs, pushing them back as she stressed her frown further. He was a good man, she seem it in everything he did. Stopping her hands from carding realizing how odd that was, the girl looked down to her knees. What was she supposed to do. Certainly she couldn't stay with Kade, she'd cause him more trouble, and she couldn't go with humans, they had a unnatural hate for her.

So little options.
 
He almost thought he felt touch, such a soothing, gentle touch and the feral mind tried to hang on for that sensation alone, wanting to lean into it. His intelligent, human mind was pressing forward, clawing at the walls that had suddenly gained hand-holds and foot-holds. He emerged back into his consciousness minutes after the touch seemed to leave, if it had ever been there at all, and he blinked, letting the sunlight filter into his eyes, register in his head for what it was. The full moon was over, the acute craze for blood, the hunt and his instinctual nature had died down. In fact, he would be more human in the next three or so days than he ever was at any other point. It was a blessed relief even as it could be the cruelest of curses.

It all depended on what he'd done the night before.

Now he tried to remember slowly the things he felt he needed to, trying to keep the more recent memories at bay, hoping beyond anything that they'd fade away fast. Sometimes they did and he only got gruesome, horrible flashes of what he'd done, but not the whole memories. He tolerated those the best, not the times when the memories refused to stay buried deep in his subconscious and replayed over and over in his head. He'd nearly been driven insane by those ones, had nearly lost his humanity to them, but somehow he'd clung to it, even just the threads until he could draw it back, could rebuild it again, damaged and chipped away but still human.

Now he tried to piece together the bits of himself, rounded-pupil, silver eyes staring blankly into nothing.

Kade.

He was Kade. He couldn't remember his last name. It didn't matter right now. He'd been a military doctor...or would have been had he graduated. Had he been in the marines? The navy? He couldn't remember. His father...his father was...Mark...no...no, Marcus! And his mother was Victoria. He was twenty-four. He was...he was a Lacertilia. He had a full stomach and didn't remember how that had happened or if he wanted to. He was a Hybrid. A freak, monster, Peculiar, Changer....he wasn't normal anymore.

But he could still think human. That's what mattered.

That's all that mattered.

And something else. Someone else. Female. His age. Quiet. Brown hair. Brown eye. Blue eye. Angel.

No...no, Kyrie.

He'd killed her. That was why he was full. Horror, guilt rose up in a way to crash over him. Oh, gods... No. No, wait. That smell. He knew that smell. He knew that breathing pattern, that blood smell, the sound of a heartbeat. Could it be possible? Hope kindled, such a foreign thing as Kade finally blinked a few times, moving his head to look to the female close to him. He stared. Couldn't do anything else as if her very presence was a miracle.

She was alive.
 
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Watching keenly as he seemed to be stirring awake - leery and calm all at once to his slow movements beneath the warming glow of the sun- Kyrie wasn't sure how long his primal state of mind lasted. Not that she was complaining, considering how it had been after it stopped being so aggressive to her and rather took to being protective but she still was cautious.

Her mind rattled with so many thoughts and then again, none at all.

Probing fingers took to their diligent work of her side, putting very little mind to the motions of her hands; Kyrie turned her face to the side to only watch him through a single brown eye rather than two. Especially as his own silver eyes opened, blinked to clear the vague fog from such irises and latched to her with awareness.

Chewing on her bottom lip shying away from such a stare uncertain of what it was meaning, Kyrie free hand nervously pulled at her scarf. Should she say something? Or move? She should move, give him his space that he had been very particular about. Yes that was proper thing to do, she knew that. Reserved uncertain ever blossom compassion lingered upon the rich gleam of her single eye, moving away with her body gingerly not to inflict any further pain while keeping her gaze downwards. She had much to learn about Kade and his many facets, but that was still assuming she should be around him. The girl was remorseful for her actions, intentional or not.

Once she had put a good foot, maybe a foot and a half between him and her, Kyrie dipped her head. Lips parted to say something, stopped and silenced again. What was she suppose to say now, was she suppose to say anything?
 
Something inside him froze and seemed to wilt - Is that the right word; wilt? No, it feels more like something wants to shatter. What the hell? - when she looked away and as he watched Kyrie move away from him, the strangest sensation of a whimper tickled his throat before he swallowed it down automatically, uncertain why it was there and so ignoring it. What followed was a sense of dread, an already heavy guilt that blanketed him instantly, an old friend. He took careful note of how bloodied she was, streaked with the dark, dried substance and then his nose once again registered the blood coming from her, fresh blood.

His silver eyes narrowed in on the place she held cautiously and a keen gaze saw the slash marks she could not hide. Claw marks.

Kade felt sick as he sat up and moved gingerly, cautiously to crouch on clawed, lizard-like feet. He'd done that. He'd hurt her. Some of the blood on her was his, others...oh, gods, had he raped her? Was that why she was alive? He was pale with unease, nausea at the thought and the hybrid looked down at his hands, covered, crusted in dark blood. He could feel it on his face, all over his body, his own from wounds only a quarter healed, still painful and her blood. Her blood was on him, too.

He shouldn't puke. He knew he shouldn't because the meat in his stomach, wherever he'd gotten it, would keep the hunger and therefore the feralism at bay longer. But it roiled in his gut and for a moment he gagged, clenched his teeth against the vomit and inhaled through his teeth, remaining still for a long moment. When he felt like he had some control, his humanized silver eyes glanced to Kyrie before he looked away again, hanging his head and letting the black hair fall past the horns and obscuring the twisted, grieved expression on his face.

"I'm s-sorry." he rasped, seriously trying not to cry. She was flinching away from him, so he had to have done something bad, very bad. And the worst part was that he was sure he'd done something to her.
 
What was that? She might not have been watching him fully more out of the fear that she might upset him, but she did take note to his mannerisms. They lacked the feral ability which had her turning back to look at him fully, her attention large and full upon him with slowly rising curiosity. He looked like... he was in pain? No like he was ill, ill in a way that wasn't what she would think normal.

Then came the look on his face as his ebony hair fell forward and she realized he had been looking at her in a light that was condemning herself. It clicked quick only to be affirmed by Kade finally speaking though she looked at him oddly when he had gagged prior.

"What?" Another look over herself and Kyrie flinched into herself as the injury throbbed while she skirted back close to him. "No no, Kade." she coaxed with a warmth that did come naturally from her, as she made a grit of her teeth. "None of this is your fault. You protected me last night. There were this large dog like creatures that came and you were protecting." She waved her free hand back and forth trying to dispel the air. "Don't apologize, you did good. You are good, you saved me... again. Which is clearly becoming a problem for you. Which I don't want to keep doing to you." she smiled serenely to him, "One of those dog things caught me off guard and tore into me. I'm not really... that fast enough to escape or strong enough to fight. But nothing was caused by you. I promise." no word of a lie in her voice.
 
He flinched at her first word, not because it was harsh or angry, condemning or even bad, but simply because he was expecting all those things. And so it was that when she moved closer, his head rose up, silver eyes puzzled, nearly astonished when she started to correct him, to explain and he struggled to truly comprehend as he listened to the small woman. He...hadn't done anything? How...how was that possible? That couldn't be possible. He'd longed for her blood, to sink his fangs into her, he'd struggled with it since the first day on their own. How had he not harmed her? How?

Kade didn't understand in the least and for a long minute he only gaped at Kyrie, struggling to believe as he looked her over again, looking for anything at all that could tell him she was just trying to be nice, to appease him or maybe protect him from himself and what he'd actually done. But no. She smelled of honesty beneath all that blood. It made him sit back completely and he looked away, down as his eyes flickered rapidly, trying to make sense of this.

What the f*** happened? I didn't lose my mind? How?!

Silver eyes looked back to Kyrie, showing some fascination now. What was so different about this woman that not even during a full moon could he harm her? It didn't make sense. It was a miracle if he'd ever heard of one and it only cemented more firmly in his mind that Kyrie...she couldn't possibly be what she appeared as. At first it had almost been a joke between them, but now...something was going on.

It HAD to be. Right?

"Dog creature? Dog...Canis lupus or Canis aureus? They're wolf or jackal Changers. They don't carry poison. If we can get your wound some treatment then you should be fine." His mind was still spinning so he tried not to think about acknowledging what he did or did not do and instead focused on something he knew.
 
Kyrie wilted down at his gaping stare suddenly leery about unloading all that information onto him that would have such a look thrown upon her. Flicking her gaze back and forth trying to appear small out of habit beneath his sights, she shifted uncomfortably where she sat.

She didn't like being stared at in such a way, even if it wasn't for malice reasons. Feeling the awkward tension build in her chest, Kyrie began to rise to her feet. "It was dark out... I was afraid Kade." she uttered softly making a soft curse in her head when she finally got to her feet to fumble a step, "Maybe jackal... but they could have been wolf too. I don't know." her head shook trying to unfog her thoughts with little success. But it really didn't matter now did it.

"I should go away," she said openly finally, stating her thoughts out in the open. "My wound will be fine, I can do what I can for it. I think we should depart ways, so much has happened to you since I've been around and it's not fair to you. I don't want you to keep being hurt or have to fight because I am a human and too weak." firm tone echoed through her, "I need to leave you alone. So you don't have to worry about fighting and protecting. I shouldn't even have had you do it the first time, it's not fair to you at all."
 
I was afraid, Kade.

I should go away.

I think we should depart ways.

I need to leave you alone.

Each one echoed in his head, seemed to strike him hard in the chest like a hammer and Kade felt the most panicked, desperate feeling that had risen in him in a long time, with an intensity he'd not felt since he'd found out he was cursed.

She couldn't go. He didn't know why. He didn't need to know why. She couldn't go. That was what he knew and that was the only thought that made complete and utter sense. He didn't know if it was a selfish reason that made him want to keep her close or something else, and it didn't matter. He wanted her to stay. That was all that mattered. He wanted her to stay with him and she wanted to go, and he felt like he couldn't breathe with that knowledge.

He just didn't know why, but Kade had long ago learned that very few things he did anymore made sense and he wasn't to know the 'why' for many of them.

The hybrid's gaze had grown wide in both surprise and some unnamed fear before the look dissolved into one of complete, unashamed pleading. It was very human-looking, not like the feral looks he'd given the night before, but it was equally as expressive, compelling and that was perhaps because Kade rarely - very rarely in a human mindset - asked, nay begged, for anything. His voice was soft, barely containing any growl at all and wouldn't for about three days.

"I don't want you to go. I don't want to be alone. Please, Kyrie..."
 
She couldn't place it, then again she could. They didn't know each other honestly from a hole in the ground, but seeing the human, the very mortal reaction touch his face that reminded her of someone who might have been slapped across the face while trying to retain their right to ask for what they wanted.

It broke her heart and she wanted nothing more than to pluck her words from the air, crumble them in her hands and make it all right again.

"But I-" Kyrie chewed her bottom lip unable to look away from his look, unable to turn away from the soft plea that came from his voice. He didn't want to be alone... he was asking her not to go. This was the very same being who nothing less than about a day ago had been so dead set to send her back into the hands of the very human race and now... and now something changed. "I'm confused. I thought you wanted me to leave yesterday?" she admitted, "Kade... I don't want to put you at risk either." she had to voice that again, prove that she was honest in her words and her affection for him to see him well. "I'll stay because you asked, but you're always going to be at risk... I'm sorry for that. I will always be sorry for that." her voice cracked giving her purpose to clear her throat in hopes to stop it from doing it again.
 
Her first two words made him stiffen slightly, completely ready for rejection. He didn't know Kyrie's past, but he knew she'd been harmed by her own kind, that she'd been shunned, rejected. She wasn't the only one who knew what that felt like and right now it's what kept Kade's heart beating swiftly in his chest and his body very still. He was prepared for the pain he'd feel, the sadness that would quickly be smothered by anger, bitterness and then the immediate retreat he'd make, both mentally and physically.

She'd been kind to him and that would only make it sting more, but everyone had their limits and perhaps last night Kyrie had reached hers. So he waited and he braced...and then she asked a logical question that had his head spinning for the unexpectedness of it and he blinked, confused for a moment before he realized she was right. Dammit, she was. What was wrong with him? Wouldn't it be better for her to be among humans? Granted, the last ones had not be particularly delightful, but there had to be some place that would take Kyrie in. She'd be better away from him.

And yet at the very THOUGHT, he felt the feral nature lunge at him from its dormant state, slashing at his human mind and Kade ducked his head, teeth gritted as he bit back a hiss. S**t, that had hurt! What the hell was going on?! He brought his blood-encrusted, clawed hands up to his head, carefully cradling it for a moment as his skull throbbed and in that position he spoke to the small human woman near him. "I'm always at risk, Kyrie. It doesn't get that much worse when you're with me than when you're not."

A tiny bit of a fib, but he was hardly in the mood to care as he grimaced and then made himself look up, pushing the expression back for a more neutral one. "I did want you to leave yesterday. I thought it was best for you, but then the humans..." he trailed off and sighed, shaking his head and sighing through his nose. "I don't...know why I want you to stay, but I do. A lot. If..if you want to leave now or...or when we find more humans...you can. I won't...you're not a prisoner."

Silver eyes met that one brown. "I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to, Kyrie."

But he wanted her to stay. That still stood.
 
There was a spark that narrowed her attention on him as he told his fib, that she readily caught onto. Okay that was a bit insulting to think that she was that dumb that he could pull that cloth over her eyes and pretend that if he said the right words, she'd stop being worried for his safety. It bit sourly into her but she merely nodded to him.

Listening to him speak, trying to reason out everything that was within his own head into easily digested words, Kyrie felt a familiar sharp stab in her chest as he stated he that he didn't know why he wanted her to stay. It sounded in her mind like a give up, that he was merely stuck with her and felt guilty to have her around and saying that she would leave before he felt it was best to leave her. But she did well not to have any of those thoughts register across her face.

The moment his silver eyes exchanged to her brown, Kyrie turned away dipping her head so she could look down at the ground. "Okay Kade." What in the hell was wrong with her. She wanted to give him a bit of sanity with her not around but she still wanted to be accepted. It was flustering and unfair to be expecting such things from that of Kade and herself, but she did. She wanted to be wanted but not endangering someone. It was a entirely confusing mix of emotions that made her feel as if she had spun around in circles until she threw up.

She confused herself.

He wanted her to stay but why? Why was the reason that left her feeling so out of sorts.

Man she was so weird.
 
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Kade hadn't been entirely sure what he felt seeing the rising skyscrapers in the distance. His first thought had been to avoid them. Cities meant humans and he was not up to dealing with more humans, but Kyrie...she had a fever. Her wound hadn't been treated, wasn't doing well and while his weren't much better after two days, no treatment and neither of them having food or water, she was worse, far more fragile. If there was a chance there could be help in the form of other people or even the bare minimum of some supplies in a looted city, he knew he had to try for her sake. So he didn't veer away from the buildings but rather went toward them.

About an hour later, they were before the once sprawling metropolis, now silent and barren, crumbling, buildings striped away of their beauty, now haunting as they half-reached for the indifferent sky. It sent a chill down Kade's spine, a very human-like reaction, but he ignored it in favor of actually using his senses fully. Silver eyes slitted, the world coming into more detail as he scanned what he could see of the streets, the debris and cars creating a great deal of places for enemies to hide, but his ears detected nothing but the wind, the occasional skittering of animals. And his nose...

Ah, that was why.

A frown curled his brow. Radiation. Not overwhelming right here, but it was there and now that he was paying more attention, he started to take note of the spray-painted messages on the buildings. Things like "Warning: Keep Out!", "Danger", "Toxic", "Hazardous" and "Radiation". Such things gave him pause, but not much. His nose told him a great deal more than panicky humans ever could and it said that there were only great pockets of radiation that should be avoided. If they didn't overstay their welcome here - one night wouldn't hurt - then they should be fine.

Besides, if humans thought this place so very dangerous...chances were that they hadn't looted everything in it. And that was worth the minimal risk of going in to Kade.

Silver eyes looked back at Kyrie, automatically taking in her state and not liking it, as he spoke. "We're going to see if we can find anything to help us in here, but I need you to stay close to me and do exactly as I tell you. There is radiation in this city, but only some areas are dangerous to us immediately. As long as we don't stay longer than forty-eight hours, and we should really go before that point, we should be fine. All right?"
 
Carrying herself upon her feet felt like a hundred pound lead weight, dragging and staggering with swell and quell upon the walk. She felt like she was walking through syrup, sticky mucky syrup.

Honestly she wasn't paying attention to Kade, she couldn't seem to focus on him. Watching her feet making sure they were still there holding her to the ground, Kyrie followed the peculiar beast of a man. Pressure and steam bloated in her skull, the fever threatening to smoke her out of her own skin, a hazy dilated eyes jerked up attempting to pinpoint to Kade and form a clear vision of him. He looked like he was standing behind a foggy windows smeared with jelly, or something gunky.

He was speaking at her. Brows puckered struggling to stay hung on his words, replaying them over and over again until she got the gist, Kyrie bobbed her head carefully, slowly up and down.

"Stay close. Okay." was this how drunks felt? All gross and sick and hot and cold?

Fear shot into her chest! Where were her feet!

Kyrie looked down. Oh! There they were, man she thought she lost them again. Putting a shaky hand to her clammy brow, a forced strained smile touched her lips. Not once even as she began to hit delirium did she complain. She could do this, be a good girl for Kade.

Feet... Feet! Again eyes looked down trying to assure herself.

"Stay close. Okay." she repeated as if she didn't remember saying it the first time. Was it always this hot? Or cold?

Maybe she could find a pool in this place, it looked marvelous after all. "We should talk to the bell hop about the luggage." a firm shake of her head, mind being fried, Kyrie tilted her head way up to look into the blazing sky. "Blue." the sky was blue!
 
Ah, s**t.

Kade caught her mumbled words quite clearly and while he'd been fine to have her walk as long as she felt she could - because he knew she'd protest being carried - he now knew Kyrie had hit the point where she wouldn't even register he'd done anything for her at all when her fever finally broke. So he came around and without a word, he picked her up and carefully maneuvered her onto his back, between his wings as they expanded and folded under and around her a bit to keep her where he'd placed her. Kade knew he'd need his arms and hands for climbing over cars and things he couldn't avoid, but there was no way Kyrie would be able to do that without seriously injuring herself right now.

It was slow going at first, but he kept his eyes peeled for what he wanted. A hospital. Above anything else, he needed to get her treated, perhaps even some medication.

The hybrid had to go deeper into the city to get to where he wanted, but he knew the general area a hospital might be and such a bet paid off as it came into sight. He didn't take the main entrance, too much radiation around the area, but an ambulance entrance provided a safe way in and Kade looked down in some amazement. It was hardly touched. This place was so deep in the city that people didn't even try to come here. Sure, in the early days it would have been raided, but if this was one of the places effected first by the nuclear fallout of the Blackout, then that would explain why it was not as damaged and looted as other areas. People had just wanted to get out.

And he was one of the few idiots who wanted in.

Kade looked at the signs around the hospital until he located 'Pharmacy' and that was immediately where he headed. Getting to his location, he actually smiled to see the shelves still relatively stocked and moved in to start looking for things he needed. He came upon Motrin immediately in pill form and he pocketed that, but what he was looking for was liquid and his eyes fell to the locked door in the room. Right. It took little effort to slice through the lock and he moved into the dim room, folding his wings closer and keeping Kyrie steady as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he started to search through the IV bags for what he wanted. There. IV Motrin. Now he needed Augmentin or Bactrim. He found Bactrim first and that's when Kade left the pharmacy, moving instead to a surgical room.

He felt as if he was going back in time as he got Kyrie off his back and placed her on the surgical table, loosely strapping her upper chest and thighs down so that she wouldn't roll off in her delirium. "It's all right, Kyrie. I'm going to help you. Just lay still for me, okay?" He kept speaking to her, easily slipping into his role as a doctor without even having to think about it as he found the medical supplies, first taking alcohol wipes and cleaning what he could off his hands before a thought struck and he rushed out of the room. The sound of breaking glass was heard not long after and he came back in with six bottles of water from the vending machine. The first he used to clean his hands along with the alcohol wipes and then he started to set up what he needed on the medical tray, hands steady, mind sure.

Water would be used to wash away germs and decrease the chance of infection, though, it was already there, that was what the Bactrim was for. Looking at the wound on her side, he knew he wouldn't have to cut open the affected area to clean it better. It was already open enough. So he'd rinse it and then use the Germ-killing solutions found in most wound-packs to help clean out any objects or dirt. The wound was fresh enough that he didn't think he'd have have to cut out any dead tissues, but that would remain to be seen. He would, however, use a preferred method of using wet bandages placed inside the wound and left to dry. It would help keep the tissue soft while at the same time drawing out the infection. The Motrin would lower the fever and keep the inflammation down.

He still spoke to Kyrie, not even sure what he was saying anymore, sometimes just assuring her it would be all right and other times telling her what he was doing as he cleaned her arm and slid the needle into her skin and drew back blood before flushing her vein to make sure he had a clear line, hanging both the Bactrim and the Motrin from an IV pole, letting them gravity-drip as there was no electricity for a pump. It would have to do. He started on the wound then with meticulous care and experience.

She'd be all right. He had all he needed now. She'd be fine.

He had to believe that.
 
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