Just as I had said and predicted to Steph and Bobby in the hospital, the ride to RangeMan only took us minutes to complete. It was so short that I thought how stupid it was to even have the chopper called out and used. As I laid there looking at the top of the copter I had a sobering thought about all the men or women that are flown home in varying degrees of injured to their homes or wherever they go for treatment.

"You ok?" Bobby yelled above the noise but then lifted his thumb up knowing there was no way I had heard him. I nodded my head and through the straps that held me down and in place, I lifted my thumb up as well.

Once we landed with a thud on the roof top of RangeMan, we waited several minutes for the blades to stop turning. We did so for Bobby to get out and come to the side I was on and help me out. After a few seconds of hopping out, I saw Brown's face over mine; he placed a hand on my chest and turned to wave someone over.

"Hang tight we'll get you out of here in a minute, how's the pain?" he asked as Rams dace appeared next to his

"No pain as long as I lay here, but I can feel and know its there"

"Got it" he said turning to Ram " I'm going to unhook him and when I got all the straps undone we are going to sit him up, assess the pain, stand him, turn him, and then sit him into a chair I "borrowed" from the Hospital"

"Ten four" Ram said and looked at me "Hey man long time no see" he said then looked over to Bobby "where's the chair?"

"Its sitting behind where I sat" he told him undoing the last buckle on the strap that was holding me "Ok on three we get him in a seated position"

"Ready to have some fun?" Ram asked wagging his eyebrows

"Oh yea" I responded taking in a breath to hold as I was moved

"Ok on my count one, two, three" he said and I was pulled up and sat with my leg sitting straight out and my other dangling from the copter. I felt so fucking useless that I had to be treated like this. When my ribs heal someone's gonna fucking pay and dearly. I am a strong man, people quaked in there shoes when they saw me coming, I will be feared again watch me.

When I got my breath back from the sharp stabs of pain from being moved, I saw everyone from the building standing around on the roof top.

"What's with the audience?" I asked noting that some key figures were missing and I knew why. I could feel my anger starting to simmer underneath the surface "Ranger comes in and out all the time and it usually goes un-noticed"

"Camaraderie am, support" Ram said and I gave a half snort "you wanna support me? Bring me the assholes that did this to me"

"ENOUGH" Bobby commanded getting the wheelchair out of the chopper "Binkie" he yelled

"Sir?" Binkie asked running up to us

"Lock the chair, but hold it as well, we are about to place Cal into it"

"Got it" he said and Bobby came to stand in front of me and placed his dark hands on my shoulders. He explained that we were going to do this just like we had done earlier in the hospital. He also told me that he was the reason for all the guys to be up here on the roof.

"I said it wasn't going to be easy to get you home, this is the easy part" he said and I looked up at him.

"You call this easy?" I asked sweat pouring from me already

"Compared to what's next, yea" he said and I tried to get a read on what could be coming

"RangeMan's elevator only goes up to seven" he said "to get up or down from here you gotta use stairs"

"Shit" I said thinking about what Brown had landed on me

"Yea so I have the guys to help carry you in your chair to seven where we then can use the elevator to get you to your apartment"

If my anger was simmering before it was boiling now and I don't think I could tap it down if I tried. The monster inside of me that was conditioned for years for combat was roaring and wanted blood. How dare they make me so fucking useless that my friends and co-workers have to carry me down several flights of stairs.

"Focus Cal" I heard as Bobby shook me from my day dream of murdering the pricks who got their jollies off by beating me. When I came to I was breathing in shallow breaths and I was seething.

"Remember let it go"

I said nothing as Ram and Bobby got me out of the chopper and got me turned around to sit in the chair. Once that was done and over with, Bobby whistled and everyone closed rank around me and lifted me chair and all. How fucking humiliating a big man like me with a flaming skull tattoo on his forehead to be carried like this.

"Slowly guys, if one goes down we all do including Cal" Bobby warned

We all got to the seventh floor without incident and now I was safely tucked into the elevator moaning in pain. Bobby assured me that since I received only half a dose of my pain meds at the hospital to help with the trip that once I was in my room he would give me the rest of it. We finally made it to my apartment and Bobby unlocked my door with a master key to wheel me in. I was pissed, tired, and in pain all I wanted to do was hit something or someone and lay down. Once he wheeled me into the room, I heard it; it was the familiar tune I'd heard as I laid in a coma for two weeks.

"Hello?" Bobby called out unaware that some one was in the apartment. Hearing the familiar hum I knew who my intruder was.

"It's me" a small voice called out identifying itself. Steph came out of the kitchen holding a dish rag.

"Steph how did you get in here?" Bobby asked

"Ella, she was cleaning for Cal and brought some food" she said her cheeks tingeing pink "I asked her if I could help and she allowed me to stay and wipe down the kitchen when she left"

Steph looked down at me and her eyes filled with pain "How are you?" she asked and I said nothing. I didn't want to say something mean to her and hurt her.

"Uhh would you like a plate of food? I'll help you if yo…" she said. With the way I was feeling I knew that if she stayed the monster would see her as an easy target and unleash the anger that I felt on her and I didn't want that.

"NO" I said a little more forceful than I wanted. "I want to just go to my room and sleep, I don't want any food"

I watched as Steph's eyes filled with fear and I kicked myself for scaring her, she looked over at Bobby and they shared this silent communication thing that I didn't understand.

"Stephanie Cal's in a lot of pain right now, I'm sure he doesn't understand or mean what and how he says things" he said placing a hand on my shoulder squeezing painfully hard to get his point across. Steph looked down at me and then back up to Bobby and slowly nodded her head.

"I understand" she said "it has been a long hard day for you" she said

"Yea I'm gonna give him some more meds and he'll probably sleep the rest of the day and maybe tonight as well"

"I'll go" she said grabbing her bag "I'll come and check on you tomorrow" she said. As she walked to me to get to my door, she looked at me sadly and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Sleep well Cal" she said and walked out. I heard Bobby sigh and figured he was gonna ream me for being ugly with Steph, but when I looked up at him he was looking after Steph.

"What?" I asked. He acted like he knew something about her and it was bothering him.

"Nothing" he said as he pushed me into my bedroom