[ooc]Thanks to everyone for reveiwing! [/ooc]
"Nothing is going to happen."
"It's been too quiet too long," insisted Corn. He wasn't arguing as such with Cube, it was simply a matter of he was focusing on one point, and she was telling him to relax and not worry. Corn was standing on the semi-broken platform of the garage, and Cube was watching him stew as she leant on a rail.
"Has it occurred to you Corn, that the world is not your problem?"
"Well if it's not mine, then who's is it? Something isn't right. I can feel it." Cube sighed. Corn was getting more and more like this these days. All tense and jittery. You'd think after dealing with A.Ku.Mu. he wouldn't worry about anything else, that nothing could be worse than that had been. It didn't. It made Corn even more concerned about everything.
"Look, tell you what," bartered Cube, she knew reason often prevailed, especially if you acted like you knew the outcome of a bet, "If something catastrophic does happen, I'll pay for a dinner for you. If nothing catastrophic happens, you owe me a meal. Deal?"
"What's the time limit?" asked Corn, no matter what state he was in he'd always be alert enough to spot a con, but a meal didn't sound like too bad a deal.
"Let's say within the next twenty-four hours."
"Deal." Cube couldn't help feel a little smug with herself even though she felt angry with herself at the same time. She had finally managed to get Corn by himself, except for her of course, in the garage, and no matter what hints she dropped on his toe, he still didn't get it, and wasn't taking advantage of the situation. The thought did occur to her that he knew what she was doing, but just wasn't interested, but she really didn't want to consider that possibility.
"Anyone there!" shouted Jazz from the entrance closest to 99th street.
"What's happened?" yelled back Corn, automatically picking up on the nervousness in her voice.
"Clutch is hurt!" Cube and Corn bolted for the 99th street entrance to help Jazz. It was very apparent that Clutch had had a little accident. Apart from the fact that he couldn't stand up by himself there were cuts all over his face, blood matted in his hair, and Cube guessed he was bruised all over as well. Looks like I owe Corn a meal, she thought.
Soon after that, Jazz, Corn and Cube between then had managed to get Clutch down under the semi-broken platform and wrapped up in blankets on some cushions. Cube had rolled up his trouser legs to see if he'd done anything to his bones, but although his ankles were swollen and the flesh was bruised, she could not tell if he had broken a bone.
"What happened to him?" Corn interrogated Jazz. "Was it the cops?"
"No," Jazz shook her head sadly. "You know Clutch. He found a car. With keys." The demonic keys with had been waiting for Clutch in the ignition of the car were still held tightly in him hand, Jazz had been too busy to make him drop them, and Cube was still busy checking his status.
"So where's the car now?" asked Corn. He knew it would be crashed. He just wanted to know where it was crashed.
"At 99th street. He drove it into the dragon, it seems," reported Jazz. "Nobody else was hurt. The dragons aren't too badly damaged either."
"Were the coppers there?"
"No, but I'm sure they will be by now."
"Yeah, we'd better make sure everyone lays low at that place for a while," decided Corn. "How's he doing Cube?" Cube had seen quite a few members of Poison Jam take bad falls in the sewers, but they were tougher than Clutch. They also had armour. Cube knew a few injuries and how to treat them, but she knew very well that she was not a professional doctor.
"He's breathing, his pulse is strong, mostly. It's a little fainter in his left leg, so he might have broken a bone near the artery. That's bad. I can't tell anything else, there wasn't a big cut on his head, just a few little ones that have stopped bleeding, but are still seeping fluid. His eyes are okay, and his teeth are all there. It's the legs I'm worried about Corn. He needs to see a real doc."
"We'll have to get him one then. Jazz, go find Combo, ok?" Combo knew a few adults about the place, including a very useful doctor. He knew a lot of people his caretaker had known, and they still kept in touch because they liked, or felt sorry for him.
"Cube," Corn continued, "Tell me what needs to be done until then so Clutch can be moved then go find everyone else and tell them to keep off 99th street, and be extra alert for cops." Cube knew he was going to say that. She also knew why. Corn knew she was faster than many other members of the gang, so he'd sent her to pass on the messages. Even though she knew the most about medicine out of the people who were there right now. He'd stay with Clutch because he was so susceptible to damn responsibility, but she also knew there was no point arguing with him.
"Bandage those legs, tight, there's not much else you can do. If he wakes up, give him some water, but no food. Don't give anything to him while he's unconscious."
"Nothing is going to happen."
"It's been too quiet too long," insisted Corn. He wasn't arguing as such with Cube, it was simply a matter of he was focusing on one point, and she was telling him to relax and not worry. Corn was standing on the semi-broken platform of the garage, and Cube was watching him stew as she leant on a rail.
"Has it occurred to you Corn, that the world is not your problem?"
"Well if it's not mine, then who's is it? Something isn't right. I can feel it." Cube sighed. Corn was getting more and more like this these days. All tense and jittery. You'd think after dealing with A.Ku.Mu. he wouldn't worry about anything else, that nothing could be worse than that had been. It didn't. It made Corn even more concerned about everything.
"Look, tell you what," bartered Cube, she knew reason often prevailed, especially if you acted like you knew the outcome of a bet, "If something catastrophic does happen, I'll pay for a dinner for you. If nothing catastrophic happens, you owe me a meal. Deal?"
"What's the time limit?" asked Corn, no matter what state he was in he'd always be alert enough to spot a con, but a meal didn't sound like too bad a deal.
"Let's say within the next twenty-four hours."
"Deal." Cube couldn't help feel a little smug with herself even though she felt angry with herself at the same time. She had finally managed to get Corn by himself, except for her of course, in the garage, and no matter what hints she dropped on his toe, he still didn't get it, and wasn't taking advantage of the situation. The thought did occur to her that he knew what she was doing, but just wasn't interested, but she really didn't want to consider that possibility.
"Anyone there!" shouted Jazz from the entrance closest to 99th street.
"What's happened?" yelled back Corn, automatically picking up on the nervousness in her voice.
"Clutch is hurt!" Cube and Corn bolted for the 99th street entrance to help Jazz. It was very apparent that Clutch had had a little accident. Apart from the fact that he couldn't stand up by himself there were cuts all over his face, blood matted in his hair, and Cube guessed he was bruised all over as well. Looks like I owe Corn a meal, she thought.
Soon after that, Jazz, Corn and Cube between then had managed to get Clutch down under the semi-broken platform and wrapped up in blankets on some cushions. Cube had rolled up his trouser legs to see if he'd done anything to his bones, but although his ankles were swollen and the flesh was bruised, she could not tell if he had broken a bone.
"What happened to him?" Corn interrogated Jazz. "Was it the cops?"
"No," Jazz shook her head sadly. "You know Clutch. He found a car. With keys." The demonic keys with had been waiting for Clutch in the ignition of the car were still held tightly in him hand, Jazz had been too busy to make him drop them, and Cube was still busy checking his status.
"So where's the car now?" asked Corn. He knew it would be crashed. He just wanted to know where it was crashed.
"At 99th street. He drove it into the dragon, it seems," reported Jazz. "Nobody else was hurt. The dragons aren't too badly damaged either."
"Were the coppers there?"
"No, but I'm sure they will be by now."
"Yeah, we'd better make sure everyone lays low at that place for a while," decided Corn. "How's he doing Cube?" Cube had seen quite a few members of Poison Jam take bad falls in the sewers, but they were tougher than Clutch. They also had armour. Cube knew a few injuries and how to treat them, but she knew very well that she was not a professional doctor.
"He's breathing, his pulse is strong, mostly. It's a little fainter in his left leg, so he might have broken a bone near the artery. That's bad. I can't tell anything else, there wasn't a big cut on his head, just a few little ones that have stopped bleeding, but are still seeping fluid. His eyes are okay, and his teeth are all there. It's the legs I'm worried about Corn. He needs to see a real doc."
"We'll have to get him one then. Jazz, go find Combo, ok?" Combo knew a few adults about the place, including a very useful doctor. He knew a lot of people his caretaker had known, and they still kept in touch because they liked, or felt sorry for him.
"Cube," Corn continued, "Tell me what needs to be done until then so Clutch can be moved then go find everyone else and tell them to keep off 99th street, and be extra alert for cops." Cube knew he was going to say that. She also knew why. Corn knew she was faster than many other members of the gang, so he'd sent her to pass on the messages. Even though she knew the most about medicine out of the people who were there right now. He'd stay with Clutch because he was so susceptible to damn responsibility, but she also knew there was no point arguing with him.
"Bandage those legs, tight, there's not much else you can do. If he wakes up, give him some water, but no food. Don't give anything to him while he's unconscious."