A/N: A shout out to DarkAlphaWolf! Thanks for reading. Things got a little ugly at the Lair... as one might expect...
Chapter 4
They could see the smoke rising in the distance and Panthro floored the samoflange even harder, if that was even possible. The ThunderTank wheeled into camp and it was easy to see what had happened. The Lunataks had made their move while they were busy attempting to get Mumm-Ra. Tents had been burned or knocked down. Warrior Maidens' arrows lay around on the ground and uninjured women had started to clean up the camp. Snowmeow lay on the edge of camp and had blood on his fur, around his mouth – the big cat had obviously hurt someone as the wounds he had were not large enough to provide that much blood and they were not in reach of his own tongue.
"Help! We need help in here!" It was Mandora. She was screaming at the top of her lungs from inside one of the tents having heard the Tank outside. Everyone quickly left the Tank and went toward the sound of her voice.
"What happened?" Lion-O asked. Mandora stood over her subordinate Bol, pressing on his chest. Lion-O grabbed a cloth off the nearby table and helped her staunch the blood flow. Bol's color was not good and he hissed as the pressure grew.
"Someone was playing "help my partner first, I'm fine"," the blonde huffed. Slythe could see from the discarded protective vest on the floor that the wound would not have looked bad from the outside as only a small portion was damaged. He wondered how the Evil Chaser had managed to get hurt that way.
"Where are Tygra and Pumyra?" Panthro asked.
"They're busy. We just need to help him," Mandora said.
"Pumyra taught me a thing or two. Let me take a look," Ben-Gali told them.
"I'm afraid if we move our hands…" the meaning of the words were clear. Mandora was sure Bol would die – she had no medical experience but she knew when things were not good.
"I'll handle this. Go help the others," Wizz-Ra said to Panthro, Ben-Gali, and Slythe. Quickly the three left, looking for those to help.
"I need you to move. I must put my hands on his wounds. He will scream and shout, just hold him steady," the wizard ordered. Mandora looked like she wanted to argue but she knew she did not have much choice. Lion-O moved to his shoulders while Mandora moved to his legs. Wizz-Ra spoke in his native tongue and Bol cried out as the obvious blaster wound healed itself shut.
"He will need rest. Let us help the others," Wizz-Ra told them.
"Thank you," Mandora said.
"Of course," the wizard smiled slightly. They moved through to the next tent to find Willa with her leg bandaged around her calf. Nada was next to her, her right arm in a sling.
"How are you?" Lion-O was concerned.
"We'll be fine. We gave as good as we got. One of those bastards didn't get away," Willa smirked.
"More than one," Mandora smirked.
"You'll need to fill us in once we're sure everyone has gotten medical attention," Lion-O said. The ladies nodded and the group moved on. They finally reached Tygra who were stitching up a cut on Snowman's forehead.
"That looks nasty," the lion commented.
"A mere scratch. How are the others?" The large man asked.
"Pumyra was working on the worst case we have left. I'm guessing you helped Bol," Tygra spoke up without looking away from his current patient.
"Why wasn't he first?" Lion-O wanted to know. Tygra heaved a sigh and that told them a lot.
"He insisted that we work on his partner first. Pumyra has been working on Shay for a long time. I'm not sure there is anything we can do for her. While she has been working I had to amputate a foot, stich a belly wound, set an arm, and then I was about to handle Bol when I heard the shouting and the Tank pull up. Let me guess, what looked like a little burn wound turned out to be something much worse," the tiger said.
"Yes, much worse. I will be ripping him a new one once he wakes up," Mandora said. That's when Pumyra walked into the tent and collapsed into a chair. Ben-Gali went to her.
"I think I did it but only time will tell," the puma breathed.
"You did your best. Shay could not ask for better to take care of her," the white tiger said, putting her hands in his.
"How bad is it?" Mandora wanted to know.
"Red-Eye's laser blast hit her in the thigh right near her femoral artery. The tourniquet stopped the blood flow but may be for too long. I was able to stich up the damaged veins so that I could reopen blood flow to the rest of her leg but we won't know if the leg will be viable until blood pumps through it for a little while. The skin had started to change color and that is what is making me nervous, that and gangrene. The tent is not the most sterile environment," the puma heaved a sigh. That's when Cheetara wheeled herself from the same direction that Pumyra had come.
"She's still out, which is a good thing," the cheetah smiled slightly. It did not escape anyone's notice that she looked a little worse for wear. There were bruises she didn't have before and cuts too. Lion-O went to her and kneeled down so that they'd be at eye level.
"Somehow, I don't think you were taking care of those lungs or your leg like you were supposed to," he said.
"And let everyone else have all the fun? Hardly," she smirked but there was something that he could see in her eyes that bothered him.
"Well if everyone is medically treated, I think it's time you told us what happened," Lion-O said.
To Be Continued…