"Baby Names"
The helicopter finally touched down, and Owen sighed in relief. Luckily, the Indominus was still sedated and unconscious.
Unless she was dead.
A group of men approached the group and spoke some rapid Spanish. When none of them replied, one of the men asked in English, "How bad are the injuries?"
Gerry looked at the Indominus lying on the ground before answering the Costa Rican Vet. "Punctured carotid artery, multiple puncture wounds, and that's about it"
The man nodded before he walked over to the hybrid. He inspected it carefully, but keeping a safe distance.
"I am glad you contacted us, Señor, it has lost a lot of blood. I think it will need more than stitches."
With that, a flatbed truck appeared around a bend in the road.
"Are you taking her to the clinic, with that?!" Claire asked in alarm.
"Don't worry, Señorita, she will be all right."
Diablo and Delta curled up tighter as they took comfort in each other's presence.
"Do you think this a safe enough place to build our nest?" Delta asked quietly.
Diablo eyed her before answering, "Yes, this place has a certain air about it. I like it."
Delta softly purred as she cuddled closer to Diablo. Now they had mated, they would have to wait for the eggs to be laid, and later, hatch.
"So, what should we name our hatchlings?" Delta asked.
Diablo thought about this; he wasn't very creative with names.
"I don't know, Delta. Do you have any names in mind?"
She looked into his eyes; it made him melt, and in a good way.
"Maybe we could let Alpha name them, after all, he did name me and Blue," She answered.
"Or we could name the first two who hatch Charlie and Echo," Diablo suddenly suggested.
Delta whimpered before she started to cry, and Diablo chirped in alarm at seeing his mate upset.
"What is the matter?" He asked her. She sniffed before answering, "Well, it is just that they had died in such terrible ways. I feel like I would be hurting their memories by naming my children after them."
Diablo sighed. He could understand where she was getting this argument from, but he said, "I think they would be proud if you named two of your hatchlings after them, as a better way to remember them."
She looked and stared into his eyes.
He knew she was reading him, to see if he was lying.
"Yes, that would do. Our first two baby girls will be named Charlie and Echo, and the others can be named by Alpha."
Blue woke with a start; the moon was westering, and dawn was near at hand.
She got up and yawned.
Over the breeze, she caught the faint smell of her sister.
That when she remembered she had argued with her sister for a dumb reason. Blue felt terrible about it, and she had an idea that would help her make up to Delta for her being a total snot.
She would apologize for her rude behavior.
After all, Delta was pack, and pack sticks together.
"Glad you are back in the land of the living," Rex spoke for the first time in, well, forever, it seemed.
White One huffed as she stared at him.
"Oh, and before you try anything, just to let you know, we are still unconscious, so our body isn't working. But we are still here, and talking to each other."
She dearly wanted to role her eyes, but she didn't dare upset the only thing that she could converse with right now, other than herself.
Rex inspected his talons on his left hand as if they suddenly intrigued him.
"So, what did the boss upstairs say to you?" Rex asked, still focused on his sharp claws.
White One growled at Rex for that, and he added, "So I take it he didn't like what we have done in our entire life?"
She sighed. Rex was right, but she wasn't sure if he was aware of the punishment that or what it even was. Frankly, she didn't know, but she hoped it wasn't something overly cruel.
"No, he did not," White One replied.
Rex stopped looking at his claws to look her in the eyes.
"He has punished us, hasn't he?" Rex asked quietly.
She confirmed it with a slow nod of her head.
"I will be back, just sit tight," Rex proclaimed as he vanished.
Something was irritating her eye. Blinking, she was rewarded a view of a dark land. At first, she wasn't even sure that she had opened her eyes.
Was she… moving?
No, she couldn't be, she wasn't walking. Opening her eyes further, she regarded large boxes with lights in the…what would the call those?
Windows.
She didn't know how she knew that word, but it seemed to fit.
Where was she?
A sharp smell of gasoline smacked her sensitive nose.
She was on a human vehicle!
Her eye roved in its socket, trying to bring in her surroundings.
Where was she?
This wasn't the island. It didn't smell like it; there was no smell of dinosaurs.
She startled at a sudden blaring honk before the vehicle she was lying on swerved to the left and she rolled off the flat bed. Now that she on the ground, she realized she couldn't move.
Voices.
There were human voices, and they sounded angry.
She couldn't make out what they were saying, because the tongue was odd to her. She couldn't understand normal human speech, let alone this gibberish they were spouting now.
She was lying on her side. Something warm was beginning to trickle over her scales. That was when she found that she had opened up some of her wounds, and they were now bleeding again.
She tried to move so she could lick the wounds to stop the bleeding, but she couldn't move very much.
What she did do was draw the attention of Owen.
"I think she is waking-Oh Shit!" Owen yelled as he ran over to the white dinosaur.
He looked at the wounds on the neck. Most of them had scabbed over, but a large amount had reopened and they were oozing blood. Luckily the punctured artery wasn't bleeding, or they would have a problem.
Gerry hobble over, carrying a blanket.
"What is that for?" Owen asked in concern.
White One could only just watch as Gerry folded the sheet in half, then half again, making the blanket four times as thick before gently placing it over the wounds.
Hobbling back to the truck, he came back after a minute or two carrying a couple of bungee cords.
Wrapping the around the neck of the Indominus, he fastened them so the blanket would stay in place, but the cords were not tight enough to cut off the hybrid's airway.
He hoped that the bleeding will stop.
Honestly, Gerry didn't think that she would've made it this far.
The wounds will be easy to patch up, but where were they going to get the blood to give to her? She had lost a lot already, and she is probably losing even more now.
He wondered if anything had a match to her blood type in order to be accepted by her body.