Chapter 12
The commotion in the other rooms outside her own compelled her to rise from the bed she was supposed to be staying in. Something made her get up and something willed her to move into the hallway. She was ignored at first, everyone running to help someone else who was in much greater danger than herself. The pain had subsided but she knew that more was coming as the medicine was wearing off and she could swear she could feel the hair all over her body hurt.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Nurse Ling was flabbergasted to see the cheetah out of bed.
"Something isn't right…" her sixth sense was really firing up despite the cloudy haze of the medicine.
"We're having a bit of a rough day but nothing we can't handle. Now back to bed with you. Leo and Sahara need you better sooner rather than later," Ling motioned for an aide to bring a wheelchair.
"No. There's something wrong…" Cheetara tried again but the nurse wasn't having any of it.
"Yeah, you're not in bed. Just because you're Queen doesn't mean you can ignore my orders. Now…" the nurse didn't get a chance to finish as the Lair shook.
"Told you," the cheetah smirked despite what was going on.
"Get her back in bed," Ling barked. The aide nodded and quickly moved the cheetah back to her room. The nurse quickly ran to check on her other patients, hoping those in the Control Room had control over what was going on outside.
Meanwhile, Lion-O and Lynx-O had just left the Med Bay. They had spent the last forty minutes waiting to hear news of Li-en's condition. He had died twice on the table. The cold had slowed the bleeding from the wound in his side but in an effort to try and close it up without raising his body temperature up, the liger's heart was put at risk. He was still not one hundred percent from his previous injuries and that was certainly not helping matters. Tygra and Doctor Pungali had managed to get him stabilized and closed up but now the process of slowly warming Li-en's body would begin. It would take a while and that is why the senior ThunderCats were leaving.
"What's going on?" Lion-O asked as he and Lynx-O entered the Control Room.
"Nothing good, Sire," Punthar pointed to the screen and on it was definitely someone they all recognized. The two Lunataks were blasting the Lair, Chilla with her winter breath and Alluro with a blaster he favored. It would not break the Lair's hard skin but it would certainly get their attention inside.
"How in the name of Jaga?" Lion-O was certainly confused.
"You'll have to fill me in," Lynx-O reminded him.
"It's Chilla and Alluro," the lion said.
"Yes and I'm going to get my sight back any second now," the lynx shook his head.
"I'm not making this up," Lion-O argued.
"What are they doing here and what do they want?" Lynx-O asked. Punthar turned on the outdoor speaker system.
"Step away from the Lair or be disintegrated!" He barked. Chilla looked at Alluro for a moment and they stopped blasting.
"Since when did the ThunderCats grow a set? Give us Lion-O and no one else has to die!" Chilla retorted.
"Why would we do that? It's the two of you against a Lair full of ThunderCats?" Punthar challenged.
"You're funeral," Chilla smirked. She raised her arms above her head and lightening shot down from the sky, wrapping around her forearms. Everyone in the Control Room watched as she conjured up a storm right in front of their eyes.
"Sweet Jaga's toothbrush," Lion-O murmured.
To Be Continued…
