A/N: I didn't know if I was going to continue this, but I guess I should.

The sun rose up from the horizon, appearing like a flash of neon against a black, plain wall. Fun Ghoul was fading like the night itself. He held Grace's hand tightly, but let go when she dosed off. Everyone in the vehicle was drained. I don't blame her for sleeping.

Fun's head rested on my lap, his tired eyes never leaving mine. Kobra glanced in the rearview mirror to check on us everynow and then. We were almost back to our hide out, where I knew Dr. Death Defying had the supplies to help Fun Ghoul.

A thousand words were passed through our glances. No words were spoken much at all, none were needed. I didn't trust my voice enough to not crack when I spoke.

Kobra pulled the Trans-Am to a screeching halt infront of the diner. Jet Star quietly took Grace from the car, carrying her into one of the booths to continue her peaceful slumber. Kobra and I gently lifted Fun from the car, while Jet recited everything that happened to Dr. Death Defying.

Fun Ghoul whimpered in pain when we finally laid him on his bed. The Dr. was already setting to work on cleaning out the wound. Quickly, he took off Fun's blood soaked jacket and shirt, and laid him on his back. Kobra left the room abrubtly, not able to handle the sight of the wound.

I sucked in a breath. The wound was horrible. I could clearly see where the barbed claw had entered. I closed my eyes for a moment, wishing away the bloody mess infront of me. Fun's midsection had been impaled by one of the claws, his sides scratched horribly from the two other tongs. Kobra returned with fresh water and disinfectant wash. He quickly left again, pale from what he had already seen.

Fun Ghoul grasped my hand in his, squeezing hard and biting his lip, when Dr. Death Defying began to clean around the edges. He was quickly turning pale from the pain, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Fun, hang in there, this is going to hurt badly. On the count of three, I'll start," Dr. Death warned us.

"One," Ghoul almost whipered.

"Two," the grip on my hand became crushing.

"Three," Dr. Death began to gently dap into the wound itself, using disinfectant wash to try and clean it out even more.

Fun's lip begins to bleed from being bitten, and I begin to lose circulation in my hand. One hand crushing mine, his other beating the sheets. Dr. Death begins to dap a little harder, causing Ghoul to scream out in pain. Tears well up in my eyes as well as his.

"S-STOP! STOP! Please! I cant take it, stop!" Fun screams out, fisting the sheets.

Dr. Death looks sadly at Fun Ghoul. "We will continue tonight, Fun Ghoul. For now, I'll have to rebandage it."

Fun nods solemnly, only whimpering when I assist in wrapping his wound. Dr. Death rolls out of the room with one final nod towards me.

When alone, I kneel next to Fun's bed. "Look at you…look at what they have done to you…" My voice barely comes out as a whisper.

"I know, Party…I'll be okay. I promise," he whispers back, tired and weak.

I nod again, silently. He takes my hand again, gently this time. He gives me a weak smile, and a chuckle. "What's so funny?" I ask.

"You," he gives me a crooked smile. "Your like a concerned Dad or something. Like I am your kid."

I give him a crooked smile in return. "Your my family, Fun."

His breath hitches painfully again, the smile turning into a grimace. His grip on my hand tightens again.

I furrow my eyebrows in concern. "Ghoul? Ghoul what's wrong?"

A stray tear escapes his young eyes. "It hurts. Party, something's not right." His grip on my hand begins to loosen, but his expression is still pained. "Party?"

My eyes widen, and a lump forms in my throat. "Dr. Death! Somethings wrong!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

Fun's hand goes limp in mine. I stumble away from him when Dr. comes in, my hand on my mouth, tears threatening to spill.

Dr. Death Defying checks my fallen friends pulse. He lets out a relieved breath when he finds a faint beat. "He's okay, Party. He just blacked out again, which isn't good. Stay by his side. I'm going to call Cherri Cola and her gang to see if they have any more medication." He rolls out again, leaving me shaken and scared.

The tears finally win the battle, spilling over my cheeks and hand. I take a hesitant step back towards Fun Ghoul, before returning to my kneeling position. I check his pulse as well, and find his heart beating like a quiet drum.

I look at his soft face, his tattooed arms, his long black hair.

Who would want to destroy something so beautiful?

I lay my head on his chest, letting my tears soak into his bandages.

Before I knew it, I was fast asleep and dreaming of a better day.

A/N: So, tumbleweeds. How do you want me to have this go? Let Fun Ghoul live? Or die? It's up to you motorbabies! Make some noise!