The sounds of fighting, of screams and gunshots and running feet filtered in through the door of the room Corey and Mason had taken refuge in. Biting his lip, Corey looked over at mason and said, "I could try…."

"They know what you can do," Mason protested. "They saw us come in and they'll be ready for that...God, gunshots in a hospital. That's just…."

"Wrong," Corey agreed, gripping his hand and flinching as a body hit the door.

The melee seemed to have ended, which made them jump even more forcefully when the door crashed open, flying off its hinges.

Bloodied and ruffled, smudged with God only knew what and clothes torn in a dozen places, Theo Raeken's eyes swept the room, coming to rest on them. "Well, we gonna find Liam or what?" he asked, stepping over the prone -possibly dead- hunter.

Mason was a little shocked in himself when he realized he wasn't overly concerned with the hunter's well being. Normally, he wasn't one to wish pain upon anyone, but...yeah, it was easier to focus on the guns Theo was shoving at them instead of that little introspective minefield.

"Neither of you are fighters," the Chimera grunted. "Doesn't mean they won't kill you. Defend yourselves.'

"I don't know how to use a gun!" Corey blurted even as he took the weapon.

"Point and pull the trigger, don't squeeze," Mason said, gripping his own appropriated gun. "My dad's taken me to shoot skeet a bunch of times."

"Better than…," Theo began, then came to point and spun on his heel.

Exchanging a look, Corey and Mason chased after him, running down the halls. There were hunters slumped on the floor, panicked staff trying to make phone calls, some probably to Monroe or Gerard, others looking honestly confused and frightened. Probably not from Beacon Hills.

Theo plowed through a set of double doors and mason skidded in behind him. Two hunters were slumped on the floor, Gabe still standing. He was so focused on kicking Liam, who was curled on the ground, covered in blood that he didn't notice them until Theo crashed into him with a roar.

Theo was dangerous, they all knew that, but Mason had never seen him in action like this, not really. He crashed into Gabe, driving him into the wall hard enough to knock the air out of the taller boy. Gabe didn't give up though and his hand arched through the air, silver knife glinting. The Chimera caught his wrist and the sound of bone snapping filled the air as his arm bent in a place it really shouldn't bend.

A scream was torn from Gabe's throat and mason looked away, rushing to Liam's side with Corey. The hunters had hurt Liam, badly. Even with his werewolf healing, he was covered in bruises and blood, shot several times. "Oh no," Corey breathed, hands fluttering as he clearly didn't know where he could touch Liam without hurting him more.

"Liam, hey," Mason said, trying to keep the fear and horror out of his voice as Liam coughed, blood on his lips. "Corey...can you find some bandages? Gause or something?"

This was a hospital. There had to be bandages somewhere around here.

As Corey darted over to the cabinets there was a wet cracking sound and Gabe's screams cut off with a sort of brutal suddenness. Mason swallowed, trying not to think about what he was certain had just happened, but hearing the thud of a body falling to the ground didn't make it easy.

"What hurts worst….C'mon, Liam, talk to me," he prompted, trying to focus on his friend who needed his help. They had to get him stable and moving and get out of here...along with the 3 drugged werewolves who were the reason they were here in the first place.

Yeah, that was gonna be a piece of cake.

"It...hurts," Liam managed to groan, wincing as he shifted on the floor, eyes not really focusing. "Hurts…."

"I know, man," Mason soothed, grimacing as he heard the sound of Liam's bones shifting back into place. How many had to be moving at once if he, a human with unenhanced senses, could hear them?

"Are they just gonna let us walk out of here?" Corey asked, kneeling beside Mason, his arms full of gauze pads. "We saw them chain the doors."

"I unlocked them," Theo huffed, crouching at Liam's other side. "Or, you know, tore the doors off of their hinges. Same difference."

"Okay, that's mildly terrifying," Mason muttered, dabbing at a gash on Liam's cheek. Theo reached out a hand, knuckles scraped but healing, and placed it almost tentatively on Liam's neck. After a second, Mason sighed, realizing what Theo was trying to do. "I told you that…."

Theo gasped, eyes going wide as lines of black streaked up his arm. His face paled and his hand trembled, but he didn't draw back, leeching pain from Liam until the smaller Beta began to breathe more easily.

Mason blinked. "Unexpected," he said in surprise, exchanging a glance with Corey, who shrugged.

"Shit," Liam groaned, but his voice was already sounding stronger. "My ribs...he kept kicking me…."

"You two go disconnect them," Theo said, tossing a nod toward the prone figures on the beds. His second hand slid up under Liam's shirt, palming the damaged ribs. More black flowed up that arm and Liam sighed in relief.

Scrambling to his feet, Mason moved over to one of the beds. The IV lines were simple enough and he removed the lines from one after another. None of them seemed injured, just...asleep.

Corey moved towards the doors, peeking out. "I don't see anymore hunters," he said, sounding relieved. "How long till they wake up?"

"I don't...," Mason began, but the first of the werewolves sat up in his bed with a pissed off roar. "About now. Hey, stop! We're here to help you!"

By the time the three sleeping werewolves were awake, Liam was on his feet, leaning on Theo for support. "We've got to find Scott and regroup," Liam said and that made the 3 werewolves stop glaring suspiciously.

"Scott McCall?!"

TBC….