Author's Note: Day 11 is...Troy!

When Troy sat up, he groaned and immediately wanted to lie back down. But sirens were blaring and whole city blocks were in ruin. Now was not the time to relax. He picked up his morpher. "Everyone ok?" he asked.

"All good here," Jake replied. "Noah and I are a little banged up, but otherwise ok."

"Same with me and Emma," Gia said. "Are you ok, Troy?"

"Yeah… I'm alright." As he talked, he wrapped an arm around his torso. "We should help with searching rescue efforts right now. Regroup at the base later."

"You got it."

"You sure you're you ok, man?" Jake asked. "Because you don't sound so good."

"Yeah, I'm fine, Jake, don't worry. I'm tough. Just focus on helping civilians and don't push yourselves too hard."

"Ok. You better follow your own orders."

Troy shook his head as he set his morpher aside. 'I'm fine he thought as he slowly shrugged his leather jacket off. He winced and gritted his teeth. He lifted his red t-shirt to assess the damage. Three bleeding wounds decorated his torso. One on his right side just under his ribcage, and two more on his left side. Needing to stop the blood, Troy looked round. He saw a thin blanket laying nearby under some rocks. Once he got a hold of it, he began tearing it into strips. 'Sorry to whoever owns this,' he he thought. 'But I'll need it.'

As carefully as he could, he folded up one of the strips and held it against his side. He winced and hissed as he put pressure against the wound. He awkwardly picked up another strip with his other hand. It was difficult to do by himself, but he managed to get it around his body and tied in place. He had to keep the bandage tense the whole time to keep his bandage in place. He repeated the process with the other two wounds as well. For a few seconds Troy stared at the bandages. When they weren't immediately soaked with blood, he nodded to himself. He then turned his attention to the other body part that was giving him pain. His ankle.

Moving slowly so he didn't disrupt his new bandages, Troy slipped his right foot out of his shoe. He slipped his sock down enough to look at his ankle. A dark bruise had already started to bloom on his skin. He tried moving his foot and cried out as soon as he tried moving it to the right. It wasn't as painful moving it to the left, but he definitely didn't have his normal, full range of motion. 'Yeah, that's sprained,' he thought as he grabbed another strip of his bandage. 'That's ok though. It'l be healed soon. I'll wrap this around it to help it stay straight.' There was nothing straight he could use for a makeshift splint, so instead he wrapped the bandage around his ankle and tied it into place; then put his shoe back on. Next, he shoved another strip into the gaps of his sneaker around his ankle.

'There,' he thought, wincing again as he reached for his leather jacket. 'That should keep it straight enough while it heals.' He pulled his jacket back on. While his shirt ha da couple of darker spots on from the blood, it wasn't extremely obvious. With his jacket on again, he was confident that he looked perfect healthy. 'Ok, let's help people.' Troy braced himself as he slowly stood. As soon as he put weight on his ankle pain spasmed up his leg, but he grit his teeth. He still had the rest of his blanket-strips in his hand, so he shoved them into the pockets of his jacket. Lastly, he had to glance awkwardly on his left foot to bend down to grab his morpher before he started walking.

Unfortunately, all of the destruction meant that the streets and sidewalks were covered in debris. He frequently had to keep climbing over stuff slowly to prevent his ankle from twisting in a weird way. "Hello?" he called out. "Anyone need help?!"

"Is someone there?!" a woman called back, the relief evident in her voice. "Finally! Thank, God! I'm trapped over here!"

Troy hobbled toward the voice as fast as he could. He found the woman in a car, which was pinned against a wall by a large slab of concrete. "Are you ok?"

"I am. I just…I don't know what to do. I don't want it to fall and crush me."

"It's ok, don't worry." Troy picked up a small piece of concrete and hobbled around to the back of the car. He hopped up so he could sit on the truck, hone easily broke the back windshield with two strong this. Using his elbow and concrete, the cleared away a hole big enough for her. "Alright, climb back here and I'll help you." He hopped back down, careful to land on his left foot. It jarred his foot, sending dull pain up his leg, but he ignored it. The woman crawled over the back seat and carefully through the back windshield.

"Ah!" she gasped when her cut arm as she climbed.

"Good job, you're almost there." Troy held out his hands to help her climb down. He had to grit his teeth as she put some weight on him to climb down. Once she was down, she let go of him and examined the cut on her arm. "Here, let me help." Without hesitation, Troy took one of his blanket strips from his pocket to tie around her arm. "There, that should hold you over. You should go find a shelter."

"Shouldn't you go to a shelter too?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm a professional."

"Oh! Sorry you just…look so young. Well, thank you again." The woman waved as she walked away.

Troy gave her a wave as well before he started walking again. He hurriedly checked the makeshift bandages under his shirt. Still not soaked through; still intact on his torso. 'Good,' he thought. 'I still have a lot of work to do.' He kept hobbling along the street, climbing over debris when he needed to. Pain stabbed at his torso when he had to climb and he was conscious to land solely on his left foot if he jumped down. Unfortunately, the jumping down was quickly staring to make his left foot ache as well. "Hello? Is there anyone who needs help?!"

"Here!" a man yelled. "Over here"!

As quickly as he could, Troy hobbled in the man's direction. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the unfortunate civilian pinned under two pieces of debris. "Are you ok, sir?" he asked hurriedly.

"Yeah, I- I think so… It didn't really crush me, I'm sort of…wedged between them. Just lucky I guess."

"Don't worry, I'll get you out of here." Troy examined the two pieces of debris for a few seconds. One was slightly larger (and therefore heavier) than the other. 'I don't think I'll be able to move the whole thing and both will need to be moved at once.' He took a deep breath, then carefully stepped over the man so he was standing on either side of him. "Ok, I'm going to lift both pieces as much as I can. I need you to crawl froward if you can. Got it?"

"Uh-huh. I can do that."

"Ok." Troy awkwardly twisted his torso, gritting his teeth briefly against the pain. He could feel his bandages shifting as he set his back against one piece and his hands against the other. "Alright, on three. One, two three." Grunting in effort, Troy pushed his back against one piece while pushing against the other with his hands. HIs muscles strained to keep both heavy pieces apart far enough. From the corner of his eye, he could see the man slowly crawling his way out. His injured ankle screamed in pain from the way he was forced to twist it. The wounds on his torso pulled at his skin in awkward ways. Finally he felt he man's feet brush his own and he let the pieces fell back. He was almost out of breath as he knelt on the ground.

"Are you hurt?" Troy asked the man, who was sitting close by, assessing himself.

"Sore and I'll definitely be bruised, but I'll survive." The man gave him a concerned look. "Are you, ok?"

"Ph yeah, I'm fine. I'm a professional, don't worry about me. But you should definitely go find a shelter."

"Hopefully there's one still standing." The man reached over to shake Troy's hand before he slowly got to his feet and hurried away.

Troy watch him go, then finally lowered himself onto the ground. "Ow, ow, ow!" he hissed as he took the pressure off his ankle. Knowing there wasn't anything he could do for it, he turned his attention to his torso. His bandages had shifted and he'd lost the padding he used for the blood. Unfortunately, the wounds hadn't closed yet and were still bleeding. "Damn it." Troy eased himself out of his jacket, then took off his shirt. He only had one blanket strip left, so he had to tear up his shirt into more bandages. After a lot of hissing and cursing under his breath, he was able to get his bandages back in place. While he was still on the ground, he shoved the remainders into his jacket pockets. Next, he pulled his jacket back on, then zipped it shut.

It was a little warm to being wearing his jacket like this (being that he lived in Southern California) but he didn't have another choice. Gritting his teeth, Troy slowly pushed himself to stand. He put most of his weight on his left foot and used the nearby debris to help him balance. Once he was standing, he took a step. Pain flashed up his leg, forcing him quickly back onto his left foot. 'I can keep going,' he thought. 'I'm the red ranger. I need to be out here helping people. It's my job to protect them from the Armada. I have to keep going.'

Unfortunately, now the going was even slower than it had been before. Troy hobbled one step at a time, trying to figure out how to best put his weight on his right foot. He eventually figured out he could limp if distributed his weight very carefully on his right side. When he could, he used anything he could get his hands on to take the weight off his right foot. "Is anyone here?" he called out. "Hello? Does anyone need help?"

"Yes!" a man yelled. "Yes, help! Over here! Please, we're trapped!"

Troy looked around and located the source of the voice. His heart dropped a little when he realized they were across an open space with almost no debris or walls he could hang onto for support. But he definitely wasn't going to leave these people. So, he took a deep breath, then started limping. It felt like it took him forever, but he kept his eyes straight ahead. Right on his destination. He reached a large pile of debris on the far side and leaned forward against it. "Hello?"

"Up here."

'…You've got to be kidding me.' Troy looked up and his heart dropped. He was pretty sure this building was a parking garage of some kind. It looked like part of the floor had given out with the falling debris. A man poked his head through the hole.

"Thank goodness you're here. I've got three little kids up here and I can't get them down alone. I think the top levels collapsed so all the ramps out are blocked and it's not like we could jump."

"Of course not," Troy agreed. "How old are your kids?"

"Three, five, and six."

"Ok. Send down the two oldest first. I'll help them climb down." Swallowing his trepidation, Troy slowly climbed. He had to go slow, not only to protect his injured ankle, but so that he knew where the sturdiest hand and footholds were. When he was close enough, the man guided a six-year-old boy to climb down. "Hey buddy," Troy said, smiling through the pain. "My name's Troy, what's yours?"

"Brandon," the boy replied.

"Nice to meet you, Brandon. I'm going to help you climb down, ok? Just follow my lead." Because he was twice this kid's size, Troy stayed right behind him the whole time, keeping one step ahead of the kid. He guided the boy down, telling him where to put his hands and feet. As soon as he was close enough, he dropped to the ground, once again landing on his left foot. He reached up to grab Brandon and set him on the ground. "Ok, Brandon, I need you to stay here while I help your family." Troy climbed back up to meet the next kid. Going back up this time was even harder than last time and he could tell his bandages had alighted shifted a little. When he got near the top, he was greeted by the five-year-old girl.

"My name is Chloe," she informed him without any prompting, her eyes wide.

"I'm Troy," he said. "I'm going to help you get to the ground, ok? Just do what I say." Exactly as he did with Brandon, Troy moved one step ahead of Chloe so he could catch her in case she fell. She was a little smaller, so it was a little slower going. Eventually though, Troy was close enough to hope down again, then lifted Child off the pile.

"I'll climb down the last one," the man told him. "He's been awfully clingy because he's scared."

"Alright." Troy took a step back, but never took his eyes off the man. His heart was in his throat the whole time as the man climbed down; one arm wrapped protectively around his son. Thankfully, they both made it safely to the ground. "Are you all ok?"

"Yeah, we are. Thank you. Come on, kids."

"Bye, Troy!" Brandon called as they left, turning back to wave.

For the boy's benefit, Troy smiled and waved. As soon as they turned the corner though, his smile disappeared and he practically collapsed against the debris pile. His breathing was erratic from pain as he took the weight off his right ankle. 'My bandages shift again,' he thought. 'I need to redo them.' Why hadn't his wounds healed already? Troy closed his eyes and focused on breathing. Eventually, he slowly lowered his foot and tested it. As soon as he pul the slightest bit of weight on it, he screamed in pain. He snatched his foot back into the air and landed back on the pile.

'Fuck,' Troy thought as he assessed the situation. He was a wide open space away from the street, tucked away in the corner. Walking would be too difficult and near impossible without anything to lean on. And his bandages were slipping off again, exposing his wounds. He was trapped. 'Fuck.'