Marshall's POV-
I looked up from my fire truck. "Chase, there is a trail of pieces we can follow!" I drive carefully so I don't pop a tire.
"Wrong way Marshall, that way leads to town!" Chase got in his car and drove in the opposite direction. I quickly turned around and followed.
Kittypaw's POV-
I followed the trail to an abandoned broken down building of some sort. I walk in to find Ryder lying on the ground, unconscious, his Puppad a few feet away smashed to pieces. I sigh and begin to lick his face.
"Ow! Too bright, TOO BRIGHT!" Ryder cries. I look outside, seeing darkness.
"Ryder, you have a concussion. Cover your eyes and we'll get you back to the Lookout Tower." I whisper. He tries to get to his feet, but it's a slow process. I sit back on my haunches and wait patiently.
After a few minutes, we made our way to Marshall, waiting with his EMT gear. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah, he's got a pretty bad concussion though. Probably some bruises too." I report.
"Did you use the diamond?" Chase asked.
"No. Be quiet please, you'll make his headache worse with all that yowling." We fell into silence.
"That concussion is really severe. Let's get you home so you can be in the dark."
Ryder's POV-
I stay sitting, if I think, my head hurts. If I move, my head hurts. If I do anything, my head hurts.
Kitty nudges me to my feet and I climb onto her scooter jet. She goes as slow as she can, but it doesn't help. "OW!"
"You'll be okay, you just need rest for a few weeks." She barks. I groan inwardly. A few weeks? That's too long!
We get back to the Lookout Tower and Kittypaw sneaks me in so the pups won't make noise. I collapse onto my bed and start crying. My head and my Puppad are gone!
"Ryder, we can fix your Puppad, and your head is definitely still there." Kittypaw growls softly.
I forgot she can read my mind. "Metaphorically." I rasp.
She sighs. "Just take you a nice, peaceful nap." She licks my face and leaves me in peace. I curl up and let tears stream down my face. Why did Kittypaw bring me back? Now she's in even more danger!
Vivian's POV.
I followed Skye around and watched her clean her vehicle. "May I help? Please? Pretty please?" I beg.
"Sure, if you want. Could you pass me the soap?" She replies. I carefully pick up the bottle and pass it to her. "Thanks."
"Do you truly enjoy flying?" I ask.
"Yes, of course!" She looks at me.
"Why?"
"The adrenaline, the wind in your ears, the rescues!" A dreamy look crosses her face. "Maybe you'd like to try?"
"Try?" I repeat. "What do you mean?"
She leaps into her copter. "Hop in. I'll show you why I like it." I leap in beside her and she takes off.
Kittypaw's POV-
I sigh as I look into Ryder's room. He's curled up asleep with tear stains on his face. I want to lick them off, but I'm afraid I'm going to wake him up. I turned and padded to the elevator.
As I got out of the elevator, Scarlet padded over to me. "I want milk." She whined. I got her some milk and went to talk to Marshall about treatment and pain medicine for Ryder's concussion.
Ryder's POV-
I woke with a start. I sit up and immediately wish I didn't. My head hurts so bad, it feels like some unknown person is hitting me upside the head with a double sized hammer.
"Ryder? Are you awake?" Kittypaw poked her head through the crack in the door.
"Yea.." I say. Why is my voice so shaky?
"Your voice is shaky because you're exhausted and in pain Ryder. That's not the worst of your problems." She said.
"Can you whisper? My head hurts. And I've had a con cushion before, just not this bad. What's the 'worst of my problems'?" I ask.
"Ryder, I am whispering. The worst of your problems is that Marshall wants blood work." She pauses. "That's not going to be easy to get is it?"
"No. You're not getting it. I've lost enough in my life." I pull the blanket tighter and turn around.
"Ryder…" She trailed off. I snort.
"Is Ryder going to comply?" Marshall asks.
"I don't think so." Kittypaw says. "Give me a minute."
"Go away, both of you! I want to sleep!" I yell.
"I'll give you an hour, then I'm getting that blood!" Marshall growled. They leave and I set my alarm for 45 minutes. I'm going to sneak out.
But then, to my utter astonishment, Kittypaw comes back into the room! "I can read your mind, you know." She laid down beside me and started to wash. I groaned.
Crystal's POV-
I watch Zuma drive away, disappointment weighing me down. I wish I could've gone.
Marshall's POV-
"Ryder? Kittypaw? Are y'all ready?" I said, entering Ryder's room with my EMT gear.
"NO!" Ryder screams, jumping up and trying to run. Kittypaw grabbed the bottom of his pant leg in her teeth before he could get to the other side of the room. "GET AWAY WITH THAT NEEDLE!" Ryder yanks his legs free and makes a run for it, holding his head.
"Get back here!" I shouted and ran after him.
"Marshall! The door!" Kittypaw yowled. Ryder ran out the door and got into the elevator. Before we could get in, it closed.
Ryder's POV-
I run out of the Lookout and slide underneath a bush in my yard.
"Ryder?" Kittypaw trotted outside. "Please, at least talk to me. I won't do anything."
How do I know you won't? I try not to cry out as a thorn stabs my nose.
"Because I don't have any needles. Come out and see for yourself, I just want to talk." She sits down. "Please?"
I got up slowly.
"Are you scared of needles?" She asked me.
"No. I just don't like to see blood, it makes me queasy…" I stammer.
Kittypaw's eyes widened.
"Then you probably won't like what I'm about to do!" A voice says from behind me. I freeze.
"Ryder, run! Go! NOW!"
Thank you to MarshallV2018! (again.)
ANNOUNCEMENT- I regret to inform you all that I might not be adding any more chapters to any of my stories for a while. I'm going through some difficult times right now, and will try hard to complete some, but it just may not happen for a while. In the meantime, thank you all for your support! I am sorry. Feel free to PM me for ideas for Shattered Cry and I will try to fit them in. Also, I am thinking about doing some one-shots on Ryder, I'd like your suggestions. But again, I may not get to that for a while.