A/N: I'm going to make a reference to the job a certain component was originally assigned. See if you can spot it.

Dusk felt like she was floating in the darkness. There were no fiery embers, or golden gates, so she wasn't dead. Slowly, her senses returned, and she regained consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes. The pain was gone, but she was on a blanket on the floor in a far corner. She looked around, and noticed the humanoid crane car, scribbling notes on a piece of paper. She meowed, a test to see how the crane car would react. She flinched a little when the crane car sharply turned to look at her, and then relaxed when she saw the crane truck smile.

"Good, you're awake." Wrench gently scratched behind the cat's ears. The cat closed its eyes, and purred softly. Wench chuckled, and checked the cat's sutures. There were no signs, of what humans call, infection. That was a good sign. She checked the cat's spiked collar for any of the cat's owner's contact information, but came out empty handed. At least Pearl could take care of it, or Joule if she didn't spend so much time outside behind the clinic. The cat meowed again, asking for food. Wrench wasn't sure if the cat was ready to start eating solids again just yet. The poor cat still had a long way to go before she could let Pearl take the cat.

Dusk laid her head between her paws as the repair truck left her side. It was embarrassing to ask for help, but she had no other option in this situation. The repair truck returned with a small dish filled with a white liquid. The repair truck carefully sat it down in front of her, so as to not spill anything. She sniffed at it, and realized that it was fresh cream. She couldn't smell anything unusual, so it wasn't poisoned. She cautiously glanced at the repair truck, and then slowly started to lap up the liquid.

Wrench checked the time. The pain medication would be wearing off any time now. The cat twitched a little, and stifled a growl. The cat was trying to hide the pain, typical for a feline, or so that's what Joule told her. She had to keep the cat's pain levels as low as possible if the cat is to recover in peace.

Dusk held back another growl as the pain came rushing back. She had received many injuries during her time of service during The Great War, and some required surgery to correct, so this was nothing compared to the horrors she had seen, but with her in unfamiliar territory, she was unsure of who was friend, and who was foe. The crane car returned. and knealed down beside her. Dusk looked up, and saw the crane truck was holding a syringe. She folded her ears back, and hissed. Who knew what was in that syringe.

"Oh, there's no need for that." Wrench grabbed the cat by the scruff, rendering immobile, a trick she learned from watching Joule handle animals before she decided to become a dynamite truck. All the cat could do now was growl at her. She found the cat's futile attempts to intimidate her to be rather amusing. She quickly injected the Morphine into the cat's flank, where she had preformed the operation. The cat screeched as a response, and its tail twitched in agitation, clearly not happy with what she was doing.

"There we go." Wrench released the cat, and rolled her eyes as the cat continued to growl at her. How pathetic. "Now that wasn't so bad now was it?" she smiled.

Dusk was finally able to move again. Apparently, the repair truck knew how to immobilize her, and control her. She wasn't entirely sure what was in the syringe, but it seemed to make the pain subside. Perhaps she could trust this repair truck, but looks can be deceiving. The repair truck very well could be like a wolf in sheep's clothing. She rested her head between her paws, not taking her eyes off the repair truck. This was going to be a long road to recovery.