It was with a vague awareness that she felt what Ryker was doing. So lost in her healing efforts, she hadn’t noticed him trying to wrap the wounds appearing on her body as they healed. And, as he cradled her, kept her off of the dusty floor, screamed at her to stay with him, all she could do was stare off blankly, mind too focused on feeling out the extent of her own wounds right then, on waiting for the sickening crack as her spine reset itself, as her ribs reformed.<br/><br/>As her body healed itself.<br/><br/>The amount of effort it took to keep from crying out in pain while her organs readjusted, while her back shifted as she lay there, waiting for it to be over…was excruciating. Everything felt uncomfortable, like every cell in her body was on fire, spontaneously combusting. It felt like, had she been human, she’d have died the moment she hit the ground, no hope of someone stepping in to save her as her heart would have stopped beating. But, she could feel it coming, feel as her spine continued to decompress and realign, waiting for the fracture and dislocation to snap back into place, her jaw beginning to grit as she tried to brace for it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">CRACK!</span></span><br/><br/>It was such a simple sound, that crack, as if someone had cut through the air with a whip. All the breath loosed from her lungs, her body contorting again as her back snapped into place, form jerking in Ryker’s hold. She thought she screamed, thought a sound escaped her as the pain wracked her form. …But nothing came. She had no breath left to use to create that sound, so her lips parted and her eyes squeezed shut as the urge to scream was there, as she felt the scream building in her throat without ever coming out.<br/><br/>Again, she went limp, body trembling in his hold while she continued to just breathe, to wait for everything to right itself, sensing the need replenish her energy becoming more and more prevalent with each passing moment. It was almost on par with the pain, this need, brought on by the effort her body exerted to right what had been broken.<br/><br/>That pain that was all consuming began to dwindle, still there but finally subsiding as her body became numb to it; Her eyes drifted closed, her breathing evened, and she waited there, tired, worn, slowly mending as the cuts sealed and her organs reformed.<br/><br/>“…What in the actual fuck is going on?”<br/><br/>The new voice was clear, was low in its confusion and strong in its need to figure out what had happened. During the commotion, he’d been brought into the world, waking up from his lunch break at the strip club where the dancing had been, sadly, lack luster. He’d nodded off listening to some girl’s plight about saving money for college, and how she had a child to raise.<br/><br/>Nothing could have kept him awake while listening to that drivel, not even the lapdance she gave him simultaneously.<br/><br/>Now, here he was, brow furrowed, standing alongside a man cradling some girl she was almost certain was pulling off an exorcism scam stunt, another man still on the ground, and the rest holding a conversation like nothing happened. A hand had loosened his tie, had unbuttoned a few of the fastens on his shirt, and here he now stood, towering over the lot before turning on Wryn, recognizing him from the night before.<br/><br/>The man in the alley who’d handed him a card.<br/><br/>“What did you do and why am I here?” Cassius spoke again, eyes narrowing as he took in Wryn’s form, face becoming angrier by the moment. “Did that bitch slip me something? Did Yolanda put you up to this? Why am I here?”<br/><br/>For the time being, the others were ignored, the one begging for his attention the one that screwed him over.