So sorry for being away for a bit, had to finish up some things at school. But here we go, chapter 2! ENJOY!

Chapter 2

They made it in what was only minutes but felt like hours. Dyson was in the backseat, he was still conscious but not speaking, Kenzi knew that was a bad sign. She knocked the wires loose, turning off the truck and she jumped out, Bruce was right behind her, climbing slowly out from behind the wheel.

"I think Tamsin can walk, get Dyson, put him in my bedroom. Top of the staircase on the right." Kenzi ordered. Bruce nodded and Kenzi ran to the other side of the truck. Tamsin was moving and had her eyes open.

"Help me out kid." She mumbled. Kenzi didn't feel like arguing with her so she heaved her up from the seat and held her up as they stumbled toward the front door. Bruce was already climbing the staircase in the house, he was remarkably fast for a big guy.

"Just put me on the couch, I'll heal… a lot faster than Dyson." Tamsin mumbled.

"Tamsin." Kenzi warned.

"I'm serious kid. Sit me on the couch and I'll be fine in an hour." She said. Kenzi wasn't up for anymore arguments. They made it into the house and she eased Tamsin onto the couch.

"Yell if you need me ok?" Kenzi said.

"Sure thing." Tamsin said. Kenzi ran into the bathroom and started rambling through the cabinets.

"Kenzi! He's bleeding…a lot!" Bruce yelled. Kenzi felt her body shudder and she didn't know what to do.

"I know!" She screamed back. She grabbed the first aid kit. They went through a lot of Band-Aids, alcohol, and gauze. Bo was always finding a way to get hurt. Kenzi sighed, she wished she knew where Bo was, she would know what to do right now. Kenzi turned, her arms full of supplies and she rushed up the stair case and into her bedroom. Bruce had stripped off Dyson's shirt and the pressure on the wound wasn't working, there was blood all over Kenzi's sheets. She ran forward and dropped the items on the bed at Dyson's feet.

"What are you going to do?" Bruce asked calmly. Kenzi ran her hands through her hair and shuddered again.

"I don't know." she mumbled.

"There's a lot of blood Kenzi." Bruce said.

"I know! Just shut up and let me think!" she yelled, waving her hand. Kenzi grabbed the alcohol, she knew she needed to clean the wounds first, he didn't need an infection on top of this.

"Bruce use my phone, call Lauren, then Hale, then Bo. If they don't answer just keep calling, when you get one of them, tell them to come here as soon as possible." Kenzi handed Bruce her phone and he nodded, leaving the room. Kenzi lifted the alcohol in her shaking hands and she pulled back her blood soaked jacket from Dyson's injury. Her hands were shaking more than they ever had and she didn't know how to handle this.

"Kenzi." Dyson whispered.

"Yeah." She said quietly.

"Just breathe ok. Calm down at take deep breaths." He said. He stared up at her with all the trust in the world. He knew she could do this, he had faith in her. But she didn't have any confidence in herself. She had to do this though, if she didn't, Dyson would die. He would bleed out right here despite his ability to heal at an increased speed. Kenzi grabbed the rags she brought up with her and she tipped the alcohol up, pouring it over his side where the glass had been embedded. Dyson's hands dug into the sheets and he growled, long and low. Kenzi just focused, she wiped the gash clean of any foreign materials. It was still bleeding a lot, she would have to sew it up.

"Dyson I'm going to have to stitch it." Kenzi said.

"Do what…you need…to do." He said, taking deep gasping breaths in between his words. Kenzi tossed the rag down and grabbed the needle and thread. The thread had already been looped through the eye of the needle since Bo needed it whenever she couldn't find a quick snack. Kenzi silently thanked God as she leaned over Dyson. She pinched the skin together, Dyson grunted a little and blood ran over Kenzi's pale white fingers. She felt like she would be blood stained forever. She drove the needle through his skin. He was holding as still as possible, his fingers digging into the sheets let her know that he was still conscious. Kenzi worked as fast as she could, she didn't want it to leave a nasty scar so she tried her best to make it straight. She finished up and leaned back away from his side. After putting the needle down she cleaned the wound again. Dyson was drifting in and out of sleep, he looked awfully pale and Kenzi didn't know another way to help him. She bandaged the wound and then set to work cleaning the other smaller injuries, like the small cuts and scrapes from the glass in the truck. She leaned over his head and gently wiped the blood from the cut across his head.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you look magnificent when you concentrate like that?" Dyson mumbled, his eyes nearly closed, but still focused on her. Kenzi leaned back a little and looked down at him as if he were crazy.

"You're delirious from blood loss." Kenzi said.

"Maybe so, but I don't think you've been told nearly enough that you are absolutely without a doubt, remarkable." He said.

"Hush before I start blushing." Kenzi said. She was cleaning up now, putting away the bloody items, but even though she'd cleaned, sewn, and bandaged his wound, Dyson still looked horrible. He was as pale as the sheet he was lying on and Kenzi didn't think her best efforts would be enough. She saw bruising forming along his ribcage, it was a deep purple color and Kenzi knew that meant he was bleeding internally.

"Kenzi, you need to find Hale, he can help me. Just find Hale." Dyson said softly.

"I can't Dyson, Bruce is trying to call him as we speak and he isn't picking up, no one is picking up. What am I supposed to do?" Kenzi asked.

"I'll heal, I just need time." He said, closing his eyes.

"I don't know if we have time Dyson." Kenzi said carefully.

"Time." He said, barely above a whisper. Kenzi looked down at him as his eyes closed. She quickly felt for a pulse, her heart soared when she found his pulse and a soft snore came from his nose. He was just sleeping. She got up quickly and walked out of the room. Bruce was holding the phone to his ear, Kenzi looked at him for an answer and he shrugged, giving her nothing.

"Keep trying, I'm going to check on Tamsin." Kenzi said. She walked down stairs and saw Tamsin standing up rotating her arm and neck, stretching.

"Feeling better?" Kenzi asked. Tamsin turned and nodded.

"How is he?" she asked.

"I don't know. I stitched up the outside wound but I think he's bleeding internally and I don't know how much time he has left. I don't know if he'll heal in that time." Kenzi said. Tamsin stared at her for a second and then shook her head.

"I wish I knew how shifters heal, but I don't Kenzi." She said. Kenzi looked down and played with her fingers. Her hands were covered in blood as well as her legs and the pretty silver skirt that Bo had gotten her. Her fishnet stockings were ripped from the glass she'd fallen in, and her knees were bleeding, but she didn't really care right now.

"I've got to go Kenzi. I have a certain someone I need to speak to about all of this shit." Tamsin said turning to the door. Kenzi looked up, her face a mask of worry and confusion.

"What am I supposed to do?!" Kenzi cried. Tamsin stopped suddenly and turned, looking at her like she never expected an outburst like that. She sighed and looked up the staircase, before she pulled a card from her pocket.

"Go to this address and tell them I sent you. Ask for Duchess, tell her what is going on. She will help you." Tamsin put the card in Kenzi's hand. Kenzi stared down at the small card and when she looked back up to ask who in the hell Duchess was, Tamsin was gone.

"Bruce! Stay with Dyson and keep calling people, I'll be back as soon as I can." She yelled. Before he could answer, Kenzi was out the door and in the Morrigan's car speeding away toward the address on the card.