Noah blinked, trying to focus through the pain in his chest. He couldn't have seen what he thought he had seen, had to be more than halfway on his way to death, but… Before he could think more of the apparently alien creature that he had seen, a wave of pain washed over him, and then all there was was fear. Where was Sam? Dying. He knew he was dying, and even though he wasn't a kid, all he wanted was for the man who might as well have been his father to be there with him.

"It's going to be fine, I promise." Zara told him as she used scissors to cut away his shirt, so she could get a better look at the wounds. One that had obviously hit the lung, and was still in there someplace, if the backspatter of blood was correctly place, and one in the center of the chest that was the real problem. "Okay, sweetie, this is going to feel a little strange, and it might make it feel a little odd to breathe, but I've got to get that sealed off, okay? It's going to be fine, I promise. This is nowhere near as bad as some of the other things that I've had to fix. There was this one time on Artuqua, although I imagine some would say that if you build your city in the middle of a flood plain so that half the place is underwater for months at a time, that you deserve what you get. Impalement in the middle of a flood, not a pretty thing." She was halfway tempted to use the small electrocautury that she had, to try to seal off the bleeding into the lung, but she wasn't sure if it had the power, or if the human would have the time it would take for her to do the work. Better to pack the wound off and seal it for the moment, and come back to it later, when she had some extra hands. She broke open one of the dressing packages, and pressed it against the wound, smiling slightly when it started to expand and adhere as a confused look washed over the human's face.

"I know. I know it feels funny, but trust me, it's good stuff. Not as good as an operating room would be now, I know, but it will do the job for the moment." Zara opened more of the dressings and pressed it against the second wound with one hand, while reaching for her communicator with the other. "My name's Zara. Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you to give me yours right now. I'm going to call my cousin and get some more help here, okay? The little human he works with is a doctor, and if the two of them aren't mating, they should get here quickly. Who knows they might get here quickly even if they are mating, seeing as it would be my cousin's first time and all. I'm sure he couldn't be very good at it yet. X, where are you?" she demanded as soon as X appeared on the communicator screen.

"Wishing I was back in the SUV." X grumbled. "Do all of these sirens and humans everywhere have something to do with the beruga?"

"No, they have something to do with something entirely different. The problem is that they're heading for exactly where the beruga is." Zara told him. "Which is where I need you to head right now. I've got a little problem on my hands. I need your partner here now."

"Why?"

"Injured human, some sort of projectile weapon." Zara said as she ran the scanner again. The dressing was doing what it was supposed to, sealing the lung, keeping air from getting in through the chest wall, or leaking out of the damaged tissue. The other wound, though, was the problem. The projectile had to have hit a major blood vessel or might have even clipped the heart itself. Either way, the blood was building up, keeping the heart from pumping right.

"What? What happened?" Elle demanded as she took the communicator away from her partner at the mention of an injury.

"This weaselly looking human did it. And X, if you happen to see that one, and I'm sure you'll recognize him, please feel free to repeat that little incident with Urexal and the window that got you suspension five. Looks like two shots. One hit the lung, doesn't look like it exited, one to the center of the chest. I've got Androcian cling dressings in place but it looks like there's some sort of tamponade. That's the word that you humans use, right? That's got to be relieved now."

"You know how to do that?" Elle asked.

"I have done that, once with two hearts. The only problem is the equipment to do it, and getting to surgery afterwards. Do you know how long that containment crew will be? We're definitely going to have to handle the transport." Zara said. As she patted the human with her free hand, while looking towards the door. Where in the world was that other human with that needle? She was sure that she could improvise something, but she needed the basics for improvising first.

"You've…. Oh, the ears." Elle said as it hit her that those big appendages attached to either side of the heads of X's kind obviously had a very practical purpose. Zara probably could hear well enough to make her more than capable of doing something that no human medic would risk in the field. "Where are you?"

"Retirement home, eighth floor. I don't see a room number, but it's the one beside the fire escape. I don't know how many humans you're going to have to neuralize to in here. Edie and Agent Jay are probably on the roof by now, trying to get the beruga."

"We'll find you." Elle told her. "Just do whatever you have to do until we get there."

"No one has to tell me that." Zara cut the communication as the human who tried to help came hurrying in.

"Wasn't entirely sure which one of these would work, so I just grabbed the whole lot." Sheridan said as he dropped the assortment of packaged needles by Zara. Every instinct told him to run, to get out of there while he had the chance, but still, what his mother had taught him, about helping someone in need, insisted that he stay and at least try to help. He frowned as he caught sight of the wounds, knowing what the location almost certainly meant. How in the world would this kid have a chance with shots like that?

"Thank you." Even with her range of vision limited by the mask of the human suit, Zara swiftly picked out the needle she needed and set it apart from the others, before reaching into her bag for a spray that she applied to Noah's chest. "Won't even feel cold, I promise, and it should numb things a little if the people who write the packaging aren't notorious liars."

"Need me to do anything?" Sheridan asked. What in the world was this girl going to do? He would have thought some sort of IV, but….

"Blankets, and make sure you aren't in my light." Zara told him. Before she could add anything else, there was a crashing sound at the door, and suddenly a man who looked exactly like Agent Kay was there, projectile weapon out.

Sam Gerard's eyes went wide as he caught sight of the blood, and then spotted Noah on the floor. "Get away from him!" He growled at Sheridan. "And you…."

"Oh, for goodness sakes." Zara jumped up, faster than you would expect, given her size, equal to that of the tall Edie, and before Sam knew what was going on, she had relieved him of his weapon. "There have been more than enough projectiles fired around here. I am trying to fix the damage the last idiot with one of these did, and I can tell you now, it isn't going to help my work any if I have to worry about another one of these going off."

If had been able, Noah would have grinned at someone talking to Sam like that, and actually taking his weapon away like he was a child not to be trusted with one. He was cold, though, and it was getting harder to breathe, pressure almost crushing in his chest, his vision starting to blur slightly. He blinked, trying to focus, trying to get Sam's attention. If he didn't listen to the girl, if he thought that Sheridan was responsible for this….

"Sussshh! It's okay. I'll have this fixed in just a few minutes." Zara reassured him before turning to the first human. "Can you go downstairs and find my cousin? He's about my height, same hair color, very grumpy, and hopefully shoving that weaselly looking human out of a window. He'll have a little blonde human with him. I need her up here now."

"Oh, for goodness sakes. Don't you go chasing after that poor man. He didn't do a thing wrong." Zara demanded when she saw Sam tensing, like he was about to take off for Sheridan as he hurried out. "Now get over here. Now that I think about it, I actually could use another pair of hands. This will be the first time I've done this with someone that's still conscious."

"What are you…." Sam knelt down by Noah, but his entire body was still tense, like he could spring up at any second to go chasing after Sheridan. Blood, so much blood, and Noah lying there, eyes so full of fright.

"Fixing this, at least until we can get him to an operating room. Don't worry. I'll have my cousin lock that Zealtor up somewhere first. I don't care if he's supposed to be some sort of genius. I've met his brother, and he's from a family of lunatics. Three days it took us to get the lights on on one floor after that brother of his got finished with our hospital. I've never seen anything like it in my life." Zara said as she got the needle out of it's packaging and lightly ran her fingers over Noah's chest for a moment to find the proper location before popping the cap off. "This might hurt a bit. I'm not sure how far down the spray goes but I promise that I'll be fast."

"What are you…." Sam's eyes went wide first with fear and then with anger when he realized that the girl was about to stick the needle that seemed to be gigantic into the middle of Noah's chest. "You can't do that! Get away from him!"

"I know what I'm doing. Believe me, I've done this before. It's got to be done now, though, to at least buy some time to get to surgery."

Something inside him screamed at him to stop her, before she could do what she intended with the needle, but…. How could he stop her, but at the same time, how could he just sit there and watch he do that to Noah? And would it even make a difference? Sam tensed again, ready to jump up and go after Sheridan, to do anything besides having to sit there and watch Noah dying, or worse, to have to take part in something that looked like torture. If that was the last thing that the boy that might as well have been his son saw on this earth….

"You, do not move." Zara ordered him. "Do not move an inch, and don't let him move either. I know what I'm doing, and it has to be done. If you don't like it, you can take it up later with your brother. Sweetie, you just keep your eyes on him for me, okay?" She added to Noah. "I really don't need to worry about him chasing that poor man that was just trying to help at the moment."

"Brother?" Sam looked up in puzzlement and completely missed it as Zara pushed the needle through skin.

"He's either your brother or your planet's developed a remarkable skill with cloning that I'd never heard about until now. I'm going with brother. It's okay, sweetie. There's definitely going to be some pressure at least, but you're going to feel a little better as soon as I get this taken care of." She told Noah as she worked the needle in. Not as much force needed as with an Anthrite, but still enough that it had to feel more than a little uncomfortable. "You just keep an eye on him for me, okay? I don't want him to escape. And I'm sure Agent Jay would be so disappointed to miss meeting his partner's brother. Not to mention my cousin. We having our family reunion here next month. That's actually why I was visiting. He has to deal with all of his relatives all the time, I'm sure that he will be thrilled to get to watch another agent coping with family for a change." There it was. She felt a slight change and pulled back on the plunger of the syringe, smiling slightly when bright red blood rushed in. Just what she expected.

"See? Not a problem. Fixed in a minute, and then help will be here. You just watch that one for me until then, okay? You're going to be fine, I promise."