4. I'll be your surgeon, you're proctor, you're helicopter.
"Jesus. Fuck. This is bad" Cyanide Gunner cried.
"It's messy. Really messy. A warning" Savage Dream whispered.
Kobra Kid lay on the floor, unconcious, in a pool of his own, thick, sticky, blood.
Party Poison paced, tears fell down his panic striken face. This was his team mate, his friend, and his brother. This had happened before, and no doubt, would happen again if they came here. He looked down, the sight made his stomach turn. He fell to his knees. Atomic Purified, the only male of the Team-B Killjoys came and sat with him.
"He'll survive, no questions asked. He's a fighter," Atomic said.
"Aren't we all" Party stated, his voice heavy and grevious. He wanted revenge, to rip the bolts and springs out of Korse.
The two nurse Killjoys, Dream and Cyanide worked hard, mopping the blood, bandaging the injured Killjoy.
"Down on our luck again, eh Party," Dr.D looked across the leader.
"We'll keep running,"
"Never stop," he answered.