The only thing that came to his mind was to take her back to the scoreboard with him. And while he argued with himself over the reasons, some part of him kept purring about how nicely she felt cradled in his arms. Her body snug against his own.

However he was a male of control- and quickly squashed any secret plans to seduce her since she wasn't up to it.

She had fainted or simply passed out shortly after he'd picked her up and started making his way back to his bike. He wasn't sure if she was slightly concussed or if it was merely stress from all the excitment, but he didn't want to take any chances with leaving her on her own.

A concussion he could deal with. He had extentive knowledge of those due to the amount of injuries he and his bros got. But half dead/dying female, no, he couldn't deal with that. Especially when he might have to live everyday knowing that he may have been the one who killed her.

Now what he was going to do with her once he got to his bike was another thing altogether.

He had a blanket in the secret compartment under his seat, but he doubted that it would help much in the downpour. Not only that but he couldn't seat her behind him, not in her current condition. Not even with his tail wrapped around her, it simply wasn't a safe thing to do.

So he would have to place her in front of him and wrap an arm, pluse his tail, around her to keep her from falling off of his bike while he went at high speeds.

The only true problem he had with that was that it would lower her body temp until she was damn near suffering hypothermia. Which meant that he would have to forget about obeying the Earth's laws about speeding and get her inside as fast as he could.

Once he had her at the scoreboard he could warm her up and wash away some of the mud staining her clothing with the lockeroom showers, then he'd find her a nice dry...well, something- to wear. After which he'd put her in his bed then go warm/clean up himself before crashing on the couch.

Shifting his hold on her, he quickly jerked his bike seat up and pulled the blanket from the secret compartment and wrapped the woman's limp body with it. Deciding that though it would be of little help to her now, it might be of some use as long as he kept her firmly against him while he started back. Tucking the corners quickly and carefully around her, he drew back and blinked.

Geez, she looked like she was wrapped in Ma'galus Spider's webbing. The blanket was wrapped around her in a manner that resembled being coccooned. Oddly enough it brought back memories of Mars and the war with the Plutarkians. One would think that between the mice and the Ma'galus Spiders running rampant, that the Plutarkians wouldn't have stood a chance.

Shifting his hold on her again, he straddled the bike and turned it on. Cringing slightly when the purr of the bikes engine filled his ears, his gaze flicked down to the woman as he wrapped his tail firmly around her waist and settled her in place in front of him and used one hand to help hold her there, surprised that she didn't stir even a little bit or open her eyes to see what was going on.

This either meant that she really was concussed. Or that even in her unconscious state, she trusted him not to do anything unsavory to her while her defenses were down.

Either way, he wouldn't let her down.

Moving the bike slowly at first so that he didn't jar her awake, he hit the streets once he was sure that she wouldn't wake up, and steadily applied some speed to his bike. About six minutes into the ride he felt her body shaking almost violently and glanced down to see her lips were starting to become tinged a bluish-purple color like the little hair clip she had had in her hair earlier.

Oh damn. He thought as he clenched his teeth, and applied more speed.

It wouldn't be long now. Just another ten to fifteen minutes. Tightening his arm and tail around her, he pulled her as close to him as he could in an effort to share his own body heat with her to spare her from freezing or going into shock.

The minutes ticked by at an agonizing pace after that until finally he pulled into the parking area where he and his bros hid their bikes. Once he had his bike in place he turned it off and jumped off of the bike and slipped his free arm under the woman's legs. Forgetting to shed his helmet he quickly made his way out of the medium sized area, and headed towards the nearest locker room.

Unwrapping the woman's body as if it were a present as he went, dropping the sopping wet blanket, her jacket, and the white sweat shirt that she had on under it, onto the floor. Leaving her in her black tube top bra, jeans, and shoes.

Putting hsi shoulder against the locker room door, he shoved it open and inwardly cringed when the door banged against the wall. The last thing he needed was one of his bros waking up and coming to investigate the noise. Especially since he hadn't any really believable excuses for having an unconscious human with him.

Modo would think something...odd was going on.

And Vinny would be...well, Vinny would ride him about the woman's presence in their secret den until Throttle knocked his teeth out. Which would happen faster than his younger bro would anticipate since he would be embarrassed about being caught with an unknown girl in his bed.

Even if he did sleep on the couch.

Once in the locker, he laid her down on a bench and quickly checked her over. Her body was still shivering violently from the cold and her lips had darkened to an almost totally blue color and he swore as he stepped into the tile floored space of one of the showers and quickly turned the water on and adjusted it so that it would be warm enough to bring the color back into her face and restart her circulation without causing her to go into shock.

After that was done, he stepped back out just far enough to reach down and pick her up from the bench and pull her into the shower with him where he dropped down into a sitting position and started to run his hands over her back, shoulders, arms, hands- he even covered her little ears for several minutes to warm them/protect them from the spray of water.

It took several seconds for her to react but when she finally did, her eyes suddenly opened wide while she simultaneously opened her mouth to let out a startled/pained scream. Anticipating this, Throttle quickly placed a hand over her mouth and made a hissing sound at the pain he saw in her eyes.

He knew that being on the verge of hypothermia couldn't be pleasant. He even knew that it could be painful if it was severe enough. The feeling of being stuck by thousands of needles all at once, causing an almost burning sensation along her limbs. Drawing a ragged sob from her as she started to thrash around in his arms in an effort to escape the sensation.

But Throttle was having none of it, she needed to get warm of her health was going to suffer- she was going to suffer. Subduing her wasn't as easy as it should have been for one so much weaker than him, her struggling was born of desperation and pain, a combination that was difficult to fight against.

But he somehow managed to finally stop her when he started to croon to her again in an effort to comfort her, causing a small look of wariness to cross her features before her eyes closed once again.