"Oh my God." Keith dropped to his knees, with one hand on the ground and the other holding the cut on his stomach. He was bleeding, a lot. He almost died in that fight. Why did that freak leave, though? And why did that sonic scream not really do anything more than slow it down? And how was he going to get out of this mess? No, he couldn't make it home on his own.

Keith grabbed his phone--good thing he had it on him all the time--and got somebody on speed dial. "Come on...Mia."