New storrryyyy! Yayyy, right?! Lol, jk... So just for the record guys, I'll be going on vacation soon and won't be able to update for a few weeks. Sorry. :( But for now, enjoy this fanfic! (I hope...) R&R PLZZZZZ!

"Come on, Hal! We have to go faster, or he'll die!" Ben yelled at his older brother as they raced back to the 2nd Mass camp. They had been out on patrol when a man stumbled up to them. He had tried to communicate, but had been too weak. He had a gash on his cheek, he was limping, and he was bleeding out from a wound in his stomach. Before he could say a single word, he passed out, and collapsed to the ground. Hal had frantically picked him up, and they both started running.

Hal nodded once, and began to pump his legs even harder. He wore a strained, yet determined expression as the two siblings reached their camp. "We have to get him to Anne and Lourdes!" Hal exclaimed as they quickly crossed the threshold of their current camp location. Hal didn't even wait for an explanation as he rushed to the medical bus, assuming Ben was right behind him.

When they reached the door of their mobile hospital, Ben burst through the door with Hal in quick pursuit behind him.

"Anne! Lourdes! This man needs help!" Ben yelled as the other Mason laid the unidentified human onto a cot.

"Oh dear, Lord! What happened?" Dr. Glass asked as Lourdes began cutting away at the man's shirt. When it was finally off, Hal gaped at the deep claw marks in the guy's abdomen. He must have been attacked by a skitter.

"We don't know! We were on patrol when this guy came up to us! Then he just passed out. And, well, here we are," Ben explained. "Is he gonna be alright?"

"I don't know. Go get cleaned up and get some rest. We'll take care of him," Anne replied.

"Call us when he wakes up. If he wakes up," Hal ordered. Anne nodded and then ran over to help Lourdes.

Hal and Ben walked off the medical bus, and over to their tent. When they got there, Tom was standing by a lantern and looking at something. He heard the shuffle of feet and turned around. "Hal!" he exclaimed when he saw that his oldest son was covered in blood. "Are you alright? What happened?" he demanded as he rushed over.

"Oh. I'm fine, dad. This isn't my blood," Hal assured his father.

"What? Then who's is it?"

"Well, we were on patrol—me and Ben—when this guys walks up to us. He bloody, and then he passed out. We ran him to the medical bus. He was attacked by a skitter. Anne and Lourdes are helping him right now. We came here to get cleaned up a bit. They're gonna call us when he wakes up."

"Good. I'll be coming with you." Hal nodded. "But you guys should get some rest. It's been a long day. I'll wake you if I get any news on the guy." Hal nodded again, as did Ben.

The oldest Mason son walked out of the tent to wash off the mystery man's blood leaving Ben and Tom by themselves.

"Really, Ben. Rest," Mr. Mason ordered.

"Um, I can't," the middle Mason replied.

"What?"

"I can't sleep, so I don't. Side affects of the harness."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Where's Matt?"

"What? Oh, he, uh, he's helping Weaver, I think."

"Ah. I see. Well—"

"Guys!" a voice yelled out as the tent flaps opened up.

"Well! Speak of the devil!" Ben said playfully.

"What? Never mind. Anne told me to come get you guys. Said that this guy in the medical bus was awake."

"Okay. We'll be right there, bud." Matt nodded and left leaving the two men alone once again.

"Well," Tom huffed out. "That didn't take long."

Now, before you say it, I know. This was a pretty sucky chapter... I'll try and get another one up before vacation. Sorry. And BTWs, this is gonna be another story about Ben mostly. Like most of mah Falling Skies fanfics. If you're nice, you'll review this crappy chapter in a nice way! If you don't... well that's ok 2... this was a REALLY bad chapter...