Who: Gunnar & Cerah What: Gunnar is Hurt When: Morning Where: Lycan Clinic Rating: Low Status: In Progress
It was a stupid move. Instead of going back to his suite after talking to Cerah, he'd chosen to go into the Outlands and wander around. He wanted to gather his thoughts and come to terms and walk it off. At one point, though, the anger took over and he shifted into his fighting form. He growled and roared and ran and tore plants from the ground, crushed rocks in his hands. He must have been quite a sight, especially to the hunters he hadn't heard approach because he was too preoccupied with his stupid thoughts.
The first bullet grazed his arm, bringing a sharp awareness that he was surrounded by angry men with guns. And judging by the sting, they were silver bullets, too. He roared at them, but he was no match for their guns so he turned and sprinted away. He was fast, but their bullets were faster. One lodged into his shoulder, another into his leg and still others grazed him, leaving sizzling gashes in their wake.
He bled profusely, and if the silver in his system wouldn't kill him, blood loss surely would. His healing ability tried to close the wounds, but the silver kept them open and he lost more and more blood the closer he got to the city limits. He crashed onto Las Vegas boulevard, shifting back to human, lying naked in the street, falling into unconsciousness.
A guard recognized him and called for help and he was rushed into the clinic a short time later. He was in an exam room, hooked up to IVs and pain killers. Dr. Blackwell had performed the necessary surgery to remove the bullets and patch up the wounds. He had stiches in several parts of his body. But he was mostly cleaned up from all the blood now, though he was still white as a sheet.