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When guns started going off, Terry quickly got his hands on the one he'd been given, flipped the safety off, and had it aimed at the one Icarus wasn't currently shooting at.

Then a lot happened in a short span of time. One minute there was a bit of a standoff, and the next, Icarus was shooting kneecaps and booting people to the head ((LAWL BOOT TO THE HEAD.)), while the girl was on the ground screaming and still being attacked...

Somewhere along that strange series of events, Terry realized he'd made a few shots of his own. The little one, who'd been pointing the gun in the first place and laughing was now trying to limp away, while Icarus was doing his share of shouting words a sailor would have been proud of.

Looking irritated, Terry stepped right up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. Whirling around, Skinny Guy tried to take aim again, but even slightly buzzed, Terry had enough control over himself to grab the guy's wrist and wrench the gun out of his hand. He then smiled, and then without warning, pistol-whipped him, a resounding 'CRACK' echoing off the buildings. The guy crumpled where he was, and was out cold. It was likely he'd fractured his jaw.

Now, It didn't take a genius to figure out that Icarus wasn't going to do much moving. Coupled with his back being thrown out, his foot was gushing blood into his shoe, and leaving a little puddle around his foot. "Icarus..." He looked rather worried and stepped over to his friend, momentarily ignoring everything else. "You... Got shot in the foot." He had to take a moment to laugh. "That SUCKS." Grinning (and hoping to take his friend's mind away from the pain of it) he patted Icarus on the back before bending down and grabbing fistfuls of the bigger guy's shirt. "Hey, your friend," He said, hefting the guy up and shoving him against the brick wall, "Shot MY friend in the foot. What do you have to say for yourself?" There was a nasty glint in Terry's eyes, his lips turned into a frown.

The guy gave a sputtering cough at the impact, already reeling from the pain of being kicked twice in the face. He glared at Terry, but didn't get to say anything. Instead, Terry spoke up, preparing a fist for use in just a moment. "And going after a girl in a dark alleyway? That's sick and LOW. You guys..." He shook his head before snapping his fist forward, popping the guy in the throat. Letting him drop to his knees and wheeze (it had been a little trick he'd learned in basic defense), he then fixed his jacket collar and cleared his throat. Looking over at Icarus, he raised his eyebrows as if to ask if he was doing alright, before he kneeled next to the fallen Zoe, "You alright?"

Yeah, STILL had no idea it was Zoe. Funny how the world works, ain't it?

AND he had no idea how he was going to get two roughed up guys, a blood-foot Icarus, AND a potentially injured girl anywhere. "Icarus, can I start calling you TenderFoot? YOu'd have to join the indians, but it'd make for a good joke."

((Ehhh, I hope that was alright! IT ENDED SO FAST AHH. But uh, the one guy had already been shot in the knee, sooooo... Yeah. I dunno. I AM SO SUPER TIRED ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY I AM GOING TO BED NAAAAAAAAAAAO.))

((Hahaha, So, funny story... in the middle of work... I was thinking: YAY POSTS! And was all: I wonder what will be up when I come home...

.... Only to realize it was my turn.

... I'm brilliant XD))

Icarus was in fact rather distracted by the hole in his foot. It was a painful hole in his foot. It was a painful hole that was pooling blood into his good shoes. He wanted to hold it with his hands but found any sort of touch just made it hurt worse so he was caught in this cycle of hovering his hands around it, touching it tenderly, crying out, and then trying to touch it again. All the while he kept saying:

"What a LOUSY shot. What a lousy frickin' shot. a** HOLE!" And so on.

When Terry made light of it Icarus barked out a laugh. "No kidding!" He shouted. "Damn. Maybe having you around after all won't be so bad." He remarked lightly and then frowned. "Well, you know... I AM part Native American." And he grinned broadly. "The last Native American Jew. Did you know? AH. FRICK. IT HURTS." He cried.

And then he looked curiously at Zoe, fingers lightly to the sole of his shoe. "... An ANIMAL hospital? Are... you're..." He squinted. The light in the alley was dim and yellow. It made bright of Zoe's new founded blonde hair. Icarus tilted his head.

"... Zoe?" He said carefully into the dark. His mind pondered thoughtfully that girl in his dream. He shook his head. In the street light there was that same yellowness to his face as there was to every shadow, but he was growing strikingly paler as he sat with his bloodied foot.

He let out a loud laugh. "I think I'm going into shock!" He announced and then rubbed at his chin. "... I could really go for some drugs about now." And then: "We can't leave these bastards here! What about my money?" And he slowly hobbled to his good foot and then pointed at the two laying broken on the concrete. "I have a FRICKIN' HOLE in my foot. I want my damned money!"

((...hahahaha, he gets so irritated sometimes XD))

((I'm sorry D:< I've been thinking this all night... *posts real quick*))

Icarus made some very annoyed remarks as he was forced onto his back. "This is how I'm going to be when I DIE... I'm not DEAD yet, Terry." He insisted, but when the skinny criminal was used as a foot rest he laughed to himself. "Take this a** hole." The paling blonde said as he dripped blood over his unconcious face. "I HAVE THE AIDS!"

When Icarus was relieved of his drugs he feigned a look of surprise. "What... woah... what? What was that? That wasn't mine." He said lightly as he touched the ends of his fingers together. "Never a day in my life. I'm... Frankly, Terry, I'm shocked." He nodded his head solemnly and then proceeded to wince and look ill.

"s**t." Icarus said shutting his eyes tightly. "The blood. She is leaving me... aaaaaah."

"Stan?" He said softly and then glanced at Terry. "We have to make sure he's okay too." He said lucidly.

((hahahah.... he's weird when he has serious blood loss))

((Ooookay...))

"Yeah, shut up and stay still, Icarus." Terry said with a half laugh at the mess Icarus was making on the skinny guy's face. Eyeing the other guy, who seemed to be recovering from the recent attack on himself, Terry cleared his throat and pointed at him. "You'll stay RIGHT THERE if you know what's good for you." The man with the now bruised and puffy face gave a little squeak and settled back on the ground, cursing to himself.

Sirens were soon audible in the area, and Terry had taken to pacing the small area, pausing to check that Icarus was okay, then starting up again. He nodded when his friend said that Stan would have to be taken care of too. "He'll be okay, don't worry, Zoe." He offered her a bit of a smile before rubbing the back of his hand against his chin and pacing more.

"And no need to thank us... It was just good timing," Terry put in with a shrug. "And you're not in that great shape, and Icarus just got a hole blown in his foot," he gave the skinny guy a rough prod in the ribs with his shoe, "So if you wanna call that a hero, then you're a bit far off in my opinion."

((TIME SKIP YAY!))

An ambulance ride, bus ride, motorcycle ride, and short walk later, Terry had in his pockets the bounty for the two guys they'd beat up, had helped Zoe get Stan to the vet, and was now on his way back to the hospital to check on his friend. He invited Zoe to join them as soon as she was sure Stan would be alright.

When he arrived, he really had only half expected what he was seeing. Yep. Icarus was talkin' with the nurse, and she seemed QUITE amused by him. Terry put a palm to his face and shook his head. "Heya, Icarus."

The nurse turned around and flashed a bright smile, "Hey, California. Looks like your friend'll be just fine." There was an almost amused note to her voice as she waggled the pen in her hand at him and tapped her clip board. "The doctor says he'll probably be out of here in a few hours."

((Uhhh...I gotta large headache. I feel like Zoe at the moment. *Wobbles around and falls on couch...but posts before hand*))

Zoe had obediently followed Stan into the animal hospital. She told Terry that of course she'd see Icarus after Stan was doing fine. She sat in the waiting room for a good hour until the vet had told her he'd be fine. He said that Stan just needed to stay over night so they could watch his recovery. The vet had been extremely nice and even paid for the cab ride over to the hospital where Icarus was.

On the way she had gotten a double shot coffee. Either she was addicted or she just love caffeine. Which was almost the same. She was now walking into the hospital, nervously chewing on her straw and sipping coffee, not at the same time, that'd take a certain talent. She hated hospitals more than roaches. Too many bad experiences in the clean white places, less clean than they looked. No matter how much she hated them though she always ended up here once a month at the least, another reason to hate them. After the first year of being there she was known by all the nurses and doctors, as a friend of course, but being known by a hospital wasn't exactly a thing you put on your top priority list.

"Zoe, everything okay?" One of the doctors asked as she passed, he glanced at her hat and raised a brow.

"Yeah...for once." She said gently and smiled, waving a shaky hand at him. He nodded slowly and walked away, eying her nervously, expecting her to pass out at any given moment. She stumbled over to the counter and asked the lady if there was an Icarus, the woman said yes.

"Okay, where?"

"Well that's authorized information and-"

"Just tell me where it is." She said, running out of patience with the eye blinding white walls and coughing people around her. Although she had caffeine in her system she still felt shaky and...well that could be a RESULT of the caffeine. The nurse pointed down the hall and Zoe walked that way, talking to herself about throwing up on that hideous white wall or chocking that coughing guy, because if he didn't stop she'd go mad. Finally she caught sight of Terry and she headed towards him, peeking around the door into the room.

"Hey. Is Super Man feeling any better?" She asked, suddenly cherry. Best be happy for them, after all they saved her life basically, and Stan's. No matter how messed up she was feeling, no need to show them it. She put her bent and chewed straw back in her mouth and gnawed on it, a free hand atop her hat as she stayed in the doorway, not wanting to come in without invitation. "I forgot to get you guys something when I stopped by QT...good coffee though."

((.. GO POST))

Icarus obliged to her stern push back with a grin and settled in his pillows. "Woof." Was his reply as he crossed his long arms over his chest. He then glanced at Terry and laughed. "I've been hopped up on things much wors-er-erruh... NO." He finished, glancing once at Avalon. He held up two fingers and tapped them on his legs. "Yeah. Pain killers. Those things mess me up." He nodded his head a few times for good measure.

He then took to grinning at Terry with one of those knowing smiles and waggled his eyebrows. He found it absolutely hilarious he couldn't look at Avalon straight and might have played more into it if she hadn't started speaking once more. Icarus paid rapt attention and made a sour face.

"Off of it? OFF OF IT? How the hell am I supposed to do anything?!" He demanded of no one in particular. He stared into space as his thoughts reeled to explain how anyone can get around without actually being on their shot through the foot foot. He was leaning forward again, but this time leaned back slowly on his own. Icarus shrugged his shoulders helpessly and shook his head.

"He shoulda just shot me...waaaait." Icarus was grinning again and looked slyly at Avalon. "I've got to come back?" He rubbed his chin in a very obviously thoughtful manner. "Will you be here? I won't do it unless you are." And he looked incredibly serious. "What will they do? Hunt me down?" Icarus wanted to know. He was grinning his angled smile.

"If not," He said resting his on his pillows, "I'll keep off my foot and hope that does enough... but I dunno. I can feel GANGRENE setting in." And he grabbed at his leg for emphasis and comically pretended to wince. "I'm too young to see the light, Avalon!"

When Zoe called from the door he was grinning as he gave her a little wave and then he snorted. "Superman wouldn't get shot in the foot." He said, but grinned anyway and threw Terry a look. "At least I have the balls to even LOOK at a nurse." Icarus retorted in a good natured way and then frowned. He nodded along with Terry and waved Zoe in. "How IS Stan? He's my favorite guy, yanno?"

((THEEEERE))

Terry gave Icarus a bit of a grin at his quickly corrected statement, and added a "suuuure" to the end of it. But, if they couldn't prove it, there was nothing the hospital could do. Both Icarus and Terry knew that quite well.

"With one foot, if you have to. Stay off it," Avalon put simply, replacing the clip board at the end of Icarus' bed. "They've invented things to help you. You know, crutches, wheelchairs... Friends willing to be bribed into making you a sandwich. You're a smart guy, I'm sure you'll figure it out." A little smile crept over her face when Icarus perked up about the thought of coming back. "Oh, they'll hunt you down, if not for the checkup, then the bill. And I may or may not be here. You'll just have to show up to find out, won't you?" She gave him an almost mocking pat on the shoulder before excusing herself to go check on the paperwork Icarus would have to sign before being released.

"Shut it, Icarus," Terry said after Avalon had left, feeling his ears go a bit red. "You KNOW I have issues with that." Sure, he'd willingly knock two guys out for attempted rape, but couldn't look at a nurse. Good job, Terry. "I should punch you in the foot."

Upon hearing the news that Stan was indeed okay, Terry gave a bit of a smile and ran his hand through his hair. "Good... I didn't mean to sound crass about him, but ya know... A dog's a dog, people should come first. But Stan's a close second, ya know?" He felt his ears grow a bit more red when Zoe sidled up next to him and prodded him in the chest. "I-I'm fine... My hand hurts a bit, but that's all. I wasn't the one who was attacked or shot..." He balked at the idea of a nurse (Especially that Avalon) looking at him. Not to mention, he hadn't had time to stash a few incriminating items he still had on his person. "Nothin' a good nap or drink won't cure." He gave an awkward smile before taking a seat in one of the chairs in the room and taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It had been a long night.

"And Icarus, this bounty is NOT going towards your hospital bill. JUST to let you know."