Koda was angry. He was very furious. After watching Mr. Morgan run away from the museum like a coward, Koda couldn't think of anything but his anger; nothing but his anger and his need to protect Kendall.

Her office had been trashed by the fight. Koda knew he would have to clean it up so there was one less thing for her to worry about. However, it didn't sit right with him leaving her upstairs. He packed up her things and planned on taking them down to the lab. He wanted her to work there from now on, and keep her more valuable possessions there. No one but those he trusted knew about the lab. There, Kendall and her things would be safe.

He was just bringing down the first box when he bumped into the other Rangers. The cafe was a little ways from the museum, so they hadn't been likely to hear the fight or the window smashing. Nor were they likely to think twice about a single loud noise (if they even the gunshot over the music Shelby liked to blast after the cafe was closed). But they were done for the night and wanted to let Koda know they were about to leave. They spotted him with the box then were quick to notice some blood dripping from his arm.

"Koda, what happened?" Tyler asked, while Riley inspected the wound, surprised to see a bullet lodged in the caveman's arms. Koda gestured to the box.

"Move Kendall to lab," he said. "Safer there. Father never come back."

"Her father?" Shelby frowned.

"He shot you?" Riley asked.

"Big man. Want money. Go through Kendall things."

"Just now?"

"Yes. I go to Kendall office. Want to learn about man of metal. See Kendall father and big man. Koda take care of them."

"I'll say," Riley turned to Tyler and Shelby. "He needs a doctor."

"No doctor," Koda pulled his arm away from Riley and gestured once more to Kendall's things. "Protect Kendall first, then doctor."

"Koda, Ms. Morgan's not here," Riley told him. "She probably won't be in tomorrow either. It doesn't make sense for you to move her things without getting your arm checked out first."

"Or for you to move her things at all," Shelby shook her head. "We're in a museum, with security guards and... well, us."

"Power Rangers," Tyler reminded him. "Ms. Morgan's probably the safest of all of us."

"Not safe. Not anymore. Father come back. Want money. Bring big man."

"What if I take you to the hospital, and these guys move Ms. Morgan's things?" Riley suggested and hoped Koda would take the offer. It wasn't practical moving all of Kendall's things to the lab, but if it was the only way Koda would consider going to the hospital, the Rangers needed to go along with it. Tyler held out his hands, ready to take the box from Koda.

"We want Ms. Morgan safe too, but not at the expense of your arm," Tyler told him. "Even at half-strength, you're still probably stronger than us, but that's still not something we're willing to lose."

"Besides, you'd only be able to protect Ms. Morgan half as well as you could if you saw a doctor now," Shelby pointed out. Koda looked to her and gave her a nod. That did make sense. His arm was hurting and though he wasn't sure how much damage a gun could do, he didn't want to do anything that would put his strength and his ability to protect and aid his friends in jeopardy. He passed the box over to Tyler and let Riley lead him to the hospital.

-Dino-Charge-

With Jeremy's help, Chase put the coffee table back upright. It was one of many things that had been out of place when he and Jeremy found Kendall in her apartment. Fortunately, she didn't own much, so the clean up wasn't too long. While Jeremy put back all the items that belonged on the coffee table, Chase walked to the kitchen. There, Kendall was sitting at the table, just staring at the snack Chase and Jeremy had prepared for her to eat. Chase could see she was still a little out of it, but she was coming back, slowly. There was a little more colour in her face and her hands didn't seem quite as shaky as when they first found her. Chase took a seat across from her.

"Anything coming back?"

Kendall shook her head. She couldn't remember a damn thing after her father's friend got her in the car except a fuzzy memory of getting up to her apartment. But no details about what her father wanted, whether he had gotten it, or what he had to do to get it.

Jeremy came into the kitchen, and seeing his little sister wasn't bouncing back as fast as he had hoped made him worry further for her. He had already insisted she go to the hospital, certain she was under the influence of something. Kendall had declined it, though.

Jeremy wanted to push. His sister clearly wasn't thinking straight, and while that was still not a good enough reason to force her there, he desperately wanted to. Convincing her was his next best option.

"We don't know what the drug will do," he told her. "Or if it'll interact with what you're taking for your leg, or make those headaches you had come back worse. Kendall, you need..."

"I'm going to be fine!" Kendall snapped, smashing her fist into the table, making her plate jump and rattle slightly. Jeremy took a step back while Chase reached out, taking her hand.

"Kendall, we're just worried about you," he said.

"My flight leaves tomorrow," Jeremy said. "I'd like to go home knowing you're going to be better than when I arrived."

"You came when the cast was on, and it's still on," Kendall grumbled. "I'm no worse because of you, so you can take off and just forget about this."

"Ken..."

"I just want to sleep this off," Kendall pushed her plate away then tried to get up. She reached for her crutches and pulled herself up, but was still a little wobbly. Chase and Jeremy both rushed over to help her, but as soon as she found her footing, she pushed them away. "I'm fine!" she insisted to them before wobbling off to her room on her own and slamming the door shut. Jeremy rubbed his face in his hands. Chase looked to him sympathetically.

"My aunt took some sedatives once after surgery. Made her a little crabby," Chase said. "After what we just saw and what happened, we can't really blame her for being... well, like this."

"I should have killed him," Jeremy said as he began to pace the kitchen. "When he turned up here, asking for money, I should have told him where to go. Just finished him off, so he can't hurt her."

"Jeremy..."

"She's hard to like, but she was always a good kid," Jeremy said. "She minded her own business, she did well in school, she didn't ask for anything! And this is what she gets? A deadbeat father who only comes back when he needs something?"

"This isn't about her," Chase shrugged his shoulders. "Her father's a sad guy. It says nothing about her."

"I should have just paid him off," Jeremy said. "Right then and there, to get him off her back for good."

"You wouldn't want to do that," Chase shook his head. "I was there when Kendall got the money he's asking for. You don't have enough saved up, trust me."

"I'd find a way."

"No, you wouldn't," Chase said. "Nor should you. Kendall gave him money once and he came back. The more we bail him out, the more reasons he'll have to come back. Sending him off..."

"He came back and hurt her!"

"She's loopy, but she seems fine," Chase shrugged.

"How am I supposed to get on a plane tomorrow? How am I supposed to go home knowing she's... like this," Jeremy said. "What if that asshole comes back again? What if he asks for more money? She could lose the museum..."

"She's not going to lose the museum. I'd never let that happen."

"You can't," Jeremy said and looked Chase right in the eyes. "She trusts you, Chase. She doesn't open up to people, but for some reason, she's learned to trust you. If I can't be around... You gotta look out for her."

Chase gave a little nod, "I swear, mate, I'm not going to let anything hurt her."

"She's rough around the edge. She'll give you a hard time, but..."

"Seriously, I got this," Chase promised. "I've been around Kendall a while. I know what she's like. Trust me, I don't want to see anything happen to her."

Jeremy looked relieved, then reached into his pocket for his phone, "Mind watching her for a second then while I step out. I'm going to talk to Tracey, see if she'll be fine if I stayed an extra day."

Chase glanced to Kendall's bedroom door. He knew she was upset. He knew she would need someone. While he was more than happy to be by her side until she was feeling better, and while he knew the Rangers would do all they could to help, Kendall, for some reason, enjoyed having her brother around. She trusted him, she felt safe with him.

And her needs came first. Especially now. Chase had been looking forward to seeing Jeremy go home so he could spend more time with Kendall, but right now, what he wanted wasn't priority.

"Stay as long as you need," he said. "Having us both around might help her bounce back faster."

"I'll talk to Tracey," Jeremy nodded before he stepped out of the apartment.