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Olek waited until everyone safely slipped inside of the old warehouse. He was apprehensive about all of this. They had a lot to do before they could relax. He did one last scan to make sure it was clear. He waited for a group of dock workers to disappear out of view before he booked it towards the side door to the warehouse. After only a few moments of running, Olek reached the door, clutching his side and wincing. He closed the door behind him, immersing the room in darkness for a few moments before his eye adjusted. While he waited for his eye to adjust he unclipped his shredded vest and promptly let it fall to the floor. He had no need for that right now. He rested against the wall, feeling another coughing fit coming on. He choked it down and began to take stock of everyone. His eyes drifted over everyone until he saw Kisa in her human form. She was wrapped in a blanket, but Olek's eyes darted to the copious amount of blood pooling underneath her leg.

"Shit." Olek said under his breath. He strode across the rundown warehouse, the old planks creaked and bent underneath his weight. He grabbed a tiny crate nearby her position, he slid it over and placed it near her leg. "Look, you're going to bleed out if we don't get this sorted. Try to push me away all you like, I'm not going to wait for you to pass out from blood loss." Olek spoke in a stern tone as his looked into Kisa's blue eyes. Not waiting for a response, he went to work. If she wanted to stop him, she was going to have to kill him. He calmly removed his belt and unclipped the holster attached to it. He set his holster beside him and tied his belt around Kisa's leg three inches above the grievous wound that was steadily seeping blood. After that was done, he slid the box further over from before. He lifted her leg gingerly, trying not to upset Kisa further. He proceeded to prop her wounded leg on the box. Elevating the wound would limit blood loss, only a temporary fix. They didn't have the skills or materials to fix it completely. They would also have to set the bone, but Olek didn't want to risk screwing up Kisa's leg any further.

"Try to keep it elevated, I'll be right back. I'm going to get your leg all fixed up in no time." Talking to her in such a manner briefly reminded him of the good old days in the special forces. Whether or not you were working with civilians or professionals trying to keep morale up in dire situations was very important, the setting didn't matter. He gathered his holster and rigged it to his left ankle, concealing it ever so slightly. He nodded to Kisa and got to his feet, and strode over to Bast this time. Once he was next to her, he spoke in a low voice.

"Thanks for helping me out back there, you did good Bast." Olek gave her a grateful look, but his expression soon twisted into that of worry once he started looking around at the others.

"We don't have the equipment or skills to fix up Hawke or Kisa, we can't take them to a hospital so that limits our options. Call me crazy but I think we're out of options..." Olek paused and gave Bast a strange look, a small twinkle in Olek's eye. "We need to bring the hospital to them. Ever kidnap anyone before Bast?"