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[gotinthecar]

Who: Sam, FB, others [Open, but please run rescue/attack efforts by mun first]
What: Sam's having issues, serious issues
When: July 12
Where: D'Ango Forest

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[getbumblebot]

And who should come by but a very disgruntled looking Wormmon?

"WHO THE HELL IS MAKING ALL THIS NOISE!?" said the larvae as he burst onto the scene.

[gotinthecar]

Sam was so busy being somewhere between mentally shattered and not quite entirely sure if he was maybe dreaming some how that he didn't even jump when the other Digimon yelled.

FB, however, was up in the air in an instant.

"Yeh leave the lad alone!" he threatened.

[getbumblebot]

"Leave him alone?! My Tamer up and kicked the bucket and you're telling me to leave him alone?! SOME OF US HAVE REAL PROBLEMS!"

The look Wormmon gave FanBeemon was... dangerous, and just a bit psychotic.

[gotinthecar]

FB stared, but slowly his eyes narrowed at Wormmon.

"... Samuel. Get up. Run. Run now!" he yelled. Some how, some way, that got Sam's attention. He blinked a bit, and it registered that whatever was going on, there was going to be trouble.

Slowly he got to his feet, but he didn't move.

"Dinnae ya year me, lad?! I SAID RUN!"

[variabletamer]

Anything else that might have happened was interrupted as the sunlight filtering down through the trees was blocked out by a huge shadow. The wind picked up as well, shaking the treetops and whipping up forest debris even down on the ground, all to the beat of massive wings.

Anyone who looked up would see the massive blue-scaled underbelly, wings, and clawed limbs of a draconic shape hovering above the tree tops. One clawed forelimb pulled back several leafy tree limbs with a crackling sound, so the dragon could peer down through the trees at the group on the ground.

[peterbilt_prime]

The familiar rumble of Optimus' engine could be heard as the large transformer drove through the underbrush, having gone off-road to pick up Sam. He was obviously worried of course but at the same time, relieved to see one of his friends.

Gabumon rode in the seat, and he too was worried, and carrying a first aid kit.

[getbumblebot]

Wormmon was about to act... when he became aware of the Perfect approaching. Hissing to himself, he squirmed off, scowling as he hid back in the bushes.

Lousy people, ruining his plans...

[gotinthecar]

Despite FB's commands, Sam was likely going to do something fairly stupid. He wasn't sure what due to the fact that he didn't even know what they were up against, but apparently running away wasn't high on his list right then

[variabletamer]

Wingdramon thrust his horned head down through the gap in the branches that Sam had made when he fell, and that he'd widened further a moment ago. A young man in blue armor crouched low on his neck, right behind his head, hanging onto the dragon's orange tufts of feathery hair.

"Are you both alright down there?!" he called down.

"I don't think I'm going to fit, X... I'll have to pull out some of the trees," the dragon spoke up.

"No, don't do that. XV-mon should fit. Hang on." And the young man swung his leg off over the dragon's neck and then let go.

He dropped straight down from the height of the trees, landing heavily, but easily, on the ground on his armored feet.

Above him, the dragon burst into glowing light and shrank down, reforming into a smaller blue and white dragon. The smaller dragon easily pushed through the gap in the trees and flew down to land.

[peterbilt_prime]

Leaping out of the cab, Gabumon strolled up, toting the first aid kit. Waving to the others, he clambered up to Sam and said, "Sam Witwicky, I presume?"

[gotinthecar]

For all that he was seeing and experiencing, Sam was remaining frighteningly quiet, which either meant that he was going to deal with it later, or quite possibly freak out completely at some point. FB was expecting, but hoping against, the latter.

"We're alright now, thanks to ya, lad!" he called up to X before he dropped down. Sam, however, was looking at Optimus in silence, the same mostly unreadable expression holding a hint of sadness. He wanted to tell Optimus everything about the two years this one had supposedly missed, but there was some little voice in his head saying 'could you really tell some one that? Could you really tell them that at some point in their possible life time they're actually going to die protecting you?'.

Apparently he'd decided that no, he couldn't and looked to Gabumon.

"Yeah, that's me."

[variabletamer]

XV-mon grinned and waved at Optimus. X smiled and nodded at the semi cab before heading over to Sam and Fanbeemon.

"You should sit back down, Sam. At least till we're sure it's okay for you to be on your feet." He glanced down at Gabumon. "If you need a hand, I've got some first aid training." Then back to Sam and Fanbeemon. "We'll just get you patched up enough to move to Royal Base's clinic if that's alright with you."

[peterbilt_prime]

"Yeah, I used to work for Axoryi general as a paramedic before being partnered," replied Gabumon, setting out sterile wraps and other assorted treatments. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. It might sting a little though."

[gotinthecar]

"Doncha dare say yer 'fine' again," FB threatened Sam, pointing with a claw to the ground where he'd landed, indicating for him to sit. Slowly Sam nodded and moved, carefully lowering himself back down with much more aching and stinging than when he'd jumped so quickly to his feet. Not only was his chest in horrible pain, but there were scratches and cuts all over his arms and neck.

Though that was also when he noticed he was in his PJs. Of course, he had fallen apparently right out of his bed in to another world. And had he been anywhere else, he might have had half a mind to be embarrassed by it.

[variabletamer]

X frowned and tilted his head slightly as he scanned Sam's lifesigns with his internal sensor suite. It wasn't the most detailed scan possible, but it was good enough to check for internal damage. Then he dismissed his armor with a glow as Sam sat slowly back down. He crouched down next to Sam and Gabumon.

"It looks like you've broken some ribs. We're going to have to tape them up before we can move you." He glanced at Gabumon. "Gabumon, I can work on cleaning the cuts while you work on his ribs? We'll get moving faster, that way."

[peterbilt_prime]

Gabumon nodded as he turned to his partner. "Prime, can I get the stretcher? He's not going to be standing any time soon as far as I want him to."

"Of course," replied Prime, the large trailer behind him ejecting a mobile stretcher. Gabumon nodded as it remotely moved beside Sam. "Boss-Bot thinks of a lot of stuff to put in there. Dunno if he has a trailer from when you're around."

Popping one of the Doc's borrowed tricorders, he ran a quick scan and clucked his tongue. "Yep X, definitely tape time." he stated, undoing a large roll of medical tape.