A/N: I know it's been a while since the last update, I just really don't know where I'm going with this so writing it has been kind of slow.

Disclaimer: Same as always, don't own them….

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Be careful moving him, yo. His back is bleeding, he must have landed on something sharp and cut it.'

'Yes sir, we will be careful.' One of the medics hastily replied.

'Watch his legs too, they were stuck under some debris.'

'We will sir.'

'He couldn't feel his left leg when I touched either it so be careful.'

'Yes sir, we will.'

'Oh, and don't forget to….'

'Reno!' His stoic friend was glaring murderously at him and Reno couldn't figure out why.

'What the hell did I do to warrant that stare? It's not like I'm holding a gun to anyone's head or anything.'

'No, but you're bugging the medics when they are trying to stabilize Rufus enough to get him out of here. They're not idiots; they know what they're doing. Just get the hell out of their way before I keep you out of their way got it?'

'No need to be pissy there Rude.' sighed Reno 'I was just wanted to be sure that they were not going to do something stupid and kill him.'

'Somehow I doubt that idea was even close to being in their minds Reno; especially with two Turks standing right here watching them.' Rude was admittedly just as worried about their boss as Reno was. But Rude knew enough to trust the professionals when it came to getting the President out of his now destroyed office in one piece.

Reno looked away from Rufus and the medics and turned his attention to Rude and Dark Nation.

'How's the cat?'

'It's heavy.'

'No shit, I could have figured that out myself. I mean how is it? Is that gash still bleeding?'

'I don't know, I'm a little too busy holding him up so I can't exactly look at the gash.' Rude turned himself so he was face to face with Reno then gestured to the cat. 'Why don't you make yourself useful and look at it?'

'Fine I will. Don't think that I'm wondering about the gash because I'm worried about whether or not the cat'll make it or anything. I'm just curious.'

Rude chuckled lightly. 'Sure you don't, partner. Five minutes ago you were yelling at me for asking you to look for it and now you're wondering about its health. You like this thing.'

'No I don't "like this thing".' Reno began 'I just want it to be ok so that it'll be around for when Rufus wakes up.'

'Ah, you didn't think Rufus liked the cat this much did you?'

'Not in the slightest. I thought it was just his guard cat or something, not his actual pet. I think Rufus'll be crushed if this thing dies. Did you?'

'Did I what?'

'What do you mean did I what? What were we just talking about? Did you think that Rufus liked this cat so damn much?' Yup, the smoke has definitely affected Rude's brain.

'Not this much. I thought he just liked it because it was a good guard and if it died he could care less. Oh well. At least we know he liked our present huh?'

'Yeah, of course he liked it. I mean it was us, the best guards around, that gave it to him right?' Reno smiled, remembering Rufus' rare smile grace his lips after lifting the cover off the box and revealing the cat.

'One sec, I'll be right back partner.' Reno left Rude and the cat for a moment to ask one of the medics for a flashlight.

He returned a few minutes later and began inspecting the wound on Dark Nation's side. The cat made a small whimpering noise but was too weak to do much else.

'How's it look Reno?'

'It's deep, not too deep, but enough. There's some dirt in it that's going to cause an infection if we don't get him to a vet to get it patched up. I think it's a pretty safe bet to say that his front paw is broken too. He couldn't put an once of his weight on it when he dragged himself to Rufus.'

Rude nodded his head. 'If these are his only injuries then I guess he should be fine.'

'Yeah, he should be. Rufus will be happy about that. You can head down with him now if you want; I'm sure that he's getting pretty heavy.'

'And what are you going to do?'

Reno shrugged his shoulders. 'Wait for the medics to secure him and leave with them.'

Reno watched Rude leave the now destroyed office with the cat in his arms. He then turned his attention to the medics tending to Rufus. They were currently steadying the President and laying him on the stretcher. Reno made his way to them as the team was lifting the stretcher and preparing to exit the room.

He found the lead medic and walked down with him as the rest of the team carried Rufus out.

'So, is he going to be ok?'

The medic shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. 'It's really hard to say sir. He was unconscious when we got to him and he doesn't show any signs of waking up anytime soon. It would be easier to judge his chances of surviving this once we know the full extent of his injuries. It would also depend on how tough he is overall and his will to pull through.'

Reno smirked a little at that comment. 'Hn, depending on how tough he is? In that case then, he'll be perfectly fine.'

The rescue worker shook his head. 'I guess we'll have to wait and see about that one sir.'

While the rescue workers were carefully making their way out of the building, Reno stole a few glances of Rufus; he hadn't moved or shown any signs of consciousness since he had returned earlier with Dark Nation. Even with no obvious signs of injury, other then his torn pants and bleeding back, Reno had a feeling that there were more serious injuries hiding under his white coat.

Wait and see huh? He'll be fine, he has to be. He won't let us down and die. They continued the rest of the way in silence, carefully making their way down to the exit where the helicopter was waiting to transport the young President to the hospital.

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A/N 2: Reviews are appreciated!