The Med Bay was silent,twitching sounds of the IV line interrupting the deafening silence.

"Ah,Erm... I am positive Otto and Chiro will be alright in a few hours. I...would suggest the rest of you to rest. We don't want to be tiring ourselves now,do we?" A squirming Gibson spoke,his eyes meeting no one's.

"Gibson,WE need to know the truth. What else? Another round of Skeleton King's goons? Something about Otto? Chiro? About...You?" A worried Nova,who hasn't been sleeping for the past few days,said with a raspy voice.

Gibson's head perked up when the topic rose about him.

"Oh no,no,my Dear Nova. I assure you,I am fine. I am only..." He drew in a sharp breath. "Never mind. Off to sleep,everyone."

Gibson turned around,pretending to be immersed in his job of arranging the Team's Scan Files. He could feel Antauri staring at his back,and he felt exposed. What he was doing was wrong.

Sprx sighed.

"Alright y'all. I'm hitting the sack. 'Night Noviekins." He kissed Nova's cheek tenderly,making her grin. "'Night Gibby. 'Night Tauri."

Sprx walked out of the room,feeling uncomfortable. The Med Bay door shut again.

"And I just didn't mean Sprx,Nova. You too,Antauri. You should both be getting to bed. Exhausting yourselves is very dangerous at this point,especially since the war just got over. We can expect Skeleton King's drones anytime. I have a feeling he's not done yet." Gibson was still arranging files,slowly, hoping they would leave.

Both stared at the Scientist. Antauri levitated out of the room without a word,but it looked like hesitation was lingering in the room.

Nova followed him.

Gibson shut the door and turned into the room,eyes full of insecurity,untold grief, bothering,disturbing questions in his mind. He stared at the body of the green simian in the room,whose hand was yet to be replaced and had a nasty gash on his head and near the backbone.

Two dangerous places to get hurt. Snapping his Green Brother out of this was going to be a big job. Chiro was worse. He was losing too much blood,at a speedy rate. Gibson had somehow,rather sloppily,managed to decrease the blood had internal brain haemorrhage,and Gibson was questioning what to do every moment. Doing a surgery was the only possible way,but doing a surgery when the patient was unconscious? More dangerous than not performing the surgery at all. Gibson buried his face in his hands,giving up all hope.

He could not bring himself to tell the truth to the Team. They would be frightened to the end of their wits. That was not the end of it. If they lost Chiro,what would they do? Wait another million years for some kid to stumble into the Robot and pull the lever again? Things would never be the same without Chiro.

Stupid,stupid,stupid.

He wasn't supposed to think like that.

Positive,Hal,think Positive.

Gibson took a deep breath,and exhaled. Sometimes he really wished he wasn't stuck in these impossible situations.

Beep,Beep,Beep

"Message Incoming." The Screen Flashed back and forth.

Gibson blinked for a second,staring at the screen,wounding whether to accept or not.

"Accept message." Gibson commanded.

"Hel...static...lo? ...Bxzzz...Ga...beep...orce...obot."

Gibson furrowed his brows at the screen.

"Hello?"