This chapter will be speed-written as I'll be training for tomorrow's contest in writing on keyboard, so there is a high probability of me posting this chapter way too early!

Chapter 372: No one's hit points

Rick's and Jake's squad wasn't the only squad which laid traps with intent of killing their enemies, apparently there was a squad under the command of the captain who was in the control tower, skilled enough to actually try to wipe out Rick's and Jake's squad in one decisive strike.

It seemed like they would actually succeed, as they've already managed to kill a na'vi hunter, heavily injure Jake, who was bleeding all over the place and before Rick could react, he got smacked into face with the standard issue rifle's butt, making him fall on the ground, forcing him to embrace the unconsciousness once again, even though he tried to resist it. The rifle was however great at convincing people to either die or to get unconscious, leaving Rick little choice in that matter. Before he slipped to unconsciousness however, he heard a scream. It was a scream so piercing that he was wondering who actually could scream like that. It was something between a painful roar and schoolgirl's scream. He however didn't have any time to think about it as he simply passed out, lying there on the metallic floor while a puddle of his own blood.

Meanwhile Ney'tiri arrived with František and the hunter to the infirmary, which seemed to be somewhat full. It was a strange thing to see, there were many injured soldiers with different injuries, but the most common ones were bullets in various body parts, and in one case, in every part of his body, or there were those more serious ones when the bullets were exchanged for slightly poisoned arrows. Ney'tiri literally walked into a room full of soldiers who were either too crippled to react accordingly, or they weren't even conscious. There were however several men who were able to react, but those were easily distinguishable, as they were wearing completely different clothing. František immediately recognized them as medics, but Ney'tiri was sure that they were cooks, considering just how much blood was on their aprons.

"Holy sh*t!" One of the medics screamed as he quickly took cover behind one of the beds, using the person who just died as a meat-shield.

"A kruci*" František said, looking around the place.

"put down your bow Timek" Ney'tiri said, trying to make the hunter who was with her relax, it however didn't work as she intended for one of the medics actually managed to get a pistol from the holster of one of the heavily injured soldiers. The soldiers themselves were unable to defend them and so it was the doctor's duty to try to save his patient's life, in this situations, nobody really cared if you used a scalpel to remove the bullet from your patient, or used a pistol to add a bullet into those who were trying to endanger the lives of the said patient.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" The doctor yelled while holding the borrowed pistol in his hand, aiming in the general direction of the na'vi and their human patient.

"No, you put it down before you poke out someone's eye with that!" František said as he aimed his own pistol toward the doctor who was obviously new in the whole 'I'm a policeman with a pistol' situation.

"You are not going to shoot, because you know that we'll kill every last one of you along with the injured ones if you don't." František obviously bluffed but Ney'tiri and her hunter friend didn't think so while Ney'tiri just looked dangerous, because her arms were occupied by holding František, the hunter right next to her prepared to shoot. The tension in this room could be only rivaled by the smell of blood and stench of death. With every passing second those doctors wasted, their patients were slowly dying. The two doctors who were obviously aware of that decided to try their diplomatic skills in order to save more lives.

"Please, just go away, we won't report you or anything, just don't kill anyone and let us work" One of them said, earning surprised looks from his colleagues.

"That's what we intend to do, except the leaving part, you see." František said, pointing at his own wounds.

"Is it wise to let them treat you?" Ney'tiri asked František who looked up to face her.

"I don't have much choice now do I?" He asked her with a painful expression on his face, letting her know that he'll be soon passing to the other side if somebody doesn't help him. The fact that the doctors might realize where their loyalties lie and try to kill him, wasn't making his decision any lighter, but his body demanded an immediate medical attention.

"Then we'll make sure nobody will try to hurt you" the hunter said with awkward accent, but he said it in English nonetheless.

"You are of course willing to help him right?" Ney'tiri walked over to a doctor, towering above him in an intimidating stance.

"Of course!" The doctor said without hesitation, there weren't even signs of fear in his voice, and that was what surprised Ney'tiri even more. Apparently, those humans didn't think like RDA, they thought completely different. It was like they weren't part of the RDA at all, but their clothes dared to disagree, bearing a logo of RDA on every piece of clothing they wore, even the portable masks which were serving as both rebreather and face masks, bore an RDA logo.

"Priorities William, priorities, first let's take care of the sergeant here!" Other doctor said and so František was once again just left there, waiting in line for the treatment.

"I swear, just like back on earth, or at any other clinic, you'll have to wait in line until you either decide to walk it off, or you die." František thought while lying on the bed which was more than comfortable, but it was slowly getting wet and everything was starting to get dizzy.

"He's dead…just try to patch up those with highest probability of survival!" The doctor who was holding the pistol just a few moments ago decided. Making a decision like this was always really hard, especially if you thought about the consequences. You were literally trying to be a god, deciding who will live and who will not. That was however hard thing, for they weren't just doctors, they were human beings as well. There were their friends among the dying as well as among those recently deceased. František was however one of those who were selected among those who had the highest probability of survival and therefore he was treated quickly, but certainly not painlessly as he was found too weak to be able to survive narcosis without actually lowering his chances of survival.

Ney'tiri was amazed by the skill those humans shown, it was like watching an artisan create things much faster than anyone else, not to mention that they were also usually better. The sewing for example, after the bullets were out, the doctors started sewing the holes together, and they did that rather quickly. Not leaving too much space for groans and painful yelps as the really thin sewing needle went through the skin, pulling the wound together. While the medicine certainly improved since the humans first ventured outside their own galaxy, the sewing needles were still there, only much smaller and thus more precise and less painful, the thread was also improved, not actually just holding the stitches together but also helping to regenerate much faster. In a matter of few minutes, František was all patched up, except for dizziness which was rather persistent, but it was because of the blood loss, he also had to drink something tasting like a rotten apples mixed with something which came through several digesting systems. It smelled horrible, it tasted horrible. František was wondering what that thing really was, for it certainly smelled like it could kill somebody.

"What the hell was that?" He asked, jumping out of the bed while holding his throat.

"Does it matter? You're standing aren't you?" The doctor said, eyeing the na'vi who seemed to be surprised beyond measure that the person who was unable to stand just a few moments ago, was standing on his own legs.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt!" František noticed.

"It will hurt like hell in few hours, so I suggest you get out of here" the doctor said while his colleagues helped to get an arrow from a dying soldier, only to have him operated on the spot. It was like those three doctors were just one being with six arms and precision of a genetic engineer who just assembled DNA. The soldier was put together through usage of modern medicine, and then his body was closed with the sewing kit, only to have him die on their hands. "God damn it!" One of the doctors yelled, quickly running to another patient, while the other one tried to bring the soldier back to life for approximately one minute.

"Thank you doc, I'll never forget what you did for me" František said, feeling like crap when he actually recognized the soldier, it was the one who was shot by Tarya who tried to protect František just a few moments ago, apparently he didn't die from the impalement, he died because his body couldn't survive long enough.

"Let's go" František said, motioning for the hunter and Ney'tiri who was still surprised to see him walking around like that.

"What about them?" The hunter asked, but before František could reply, Ney'tiri just shook her head, leaving through the doors.

"Rick!" Something was trying to wake up Rick, but he felt like when he first drank axis of evil, he felt completely smashed. He however knew he had to stand up, no matter what was going on around him, he could feel every hair on his head standing, yet he couldn't see. He however quickly stood up, only to start falling again. This time however he was caught before he could hit the ground.

"Unghh" he moaned as his sight slowly returned. He was being held by someone and facing Tarya who was bleeding.

"I don't want her to bleed!" Rick realized that, but there was more important question, why were the walls covered in blood, and who the hell was holding him.

"Easy there buddy!" František said, helping Rick up, letting him look around as he quickly realized where he actually was.

"I…what happened?" He asked before he spotted Faith, bleeding from her side, huffing, her face was covered in blood and he could swear that he saw someone's hand on her head.

"No gory details please" Rick immediately added, obviously feeling well enough to make jokes like that.

"Sorry, wasn't here" František said, noticing that Rick was once again loosing balance, but before he could actually catch him, Rick fell, but not on the ground but into Tarya's embrace.

"Oh well" František said, looking at the two love birds. It was always nice to see something like that, all the death that surrounded them didn't seem to affect those two who were still feeling the love between them, despise their injury and all the pain that was all around them.

"Wait, we don't have time for interspecies make out session, we need to get rid of whoever is in charge here!" František suddenly snapped back, interrupting those two who were almost kissing each other.

"Alright!" Rick said, as if he completely forgot about Tarya who was a little disappointed that he didn't kiss her. He then tried to walk, only to find out that he was unable to stand without help. While František and Tarya were concentrating on Rick however, Jake was also being picked up, but his injuries didn't seem that grave, he just got knocked out like by the soldier whose legs were lying in the corner, so he didn't have any problems with standing up.

"Oh god, the pain!" Rick suddenly moaned, as the feeling returned to his limbs completely.

"Great, so let's go back to the infirmary!" František said with excitement in his voice, and so the group which looked like they've got out of some horror movie, set out toward the infirmary

Yeah, chapter is early and it's longer… or at least I think so, I can certainly write faster if I really want, but then again, I can't "think" faster…

Translations:* a kruci = "damn" (no literal translation available)

Answers to readers:

-Na'viBambi: There will be no stillborn babies, I have a way to make sure that they'll be healthy little fellas "You are referring to me, am I right?" Sure thing!

-Hideout writer: Overkill isn't always better…

-Dragonrider101 : alright

-N7: I promise I won't kill her ("Broken Promises" by Element Eighty playing in background)

-Nameless ghoul: Ghouls can't die of old age, you have all eternity to read my story.

-Forgotten shock trooper: I'll drink to that!

Well, that's for today, let's post it!