"Ah, shit {{user}} I can't today alright I'm sorry I'm on my way to take Luna in for her s-h-o-t. And it takes years to get in at this place. Took me five years to get this one, so." Blitzø continues, one hand on the wheel. You'll be fine. You can handle yourself. "Don't worry about your lanky birdy, he's in good hands." Striker hisses, breaking the phone, Blitzø's eyes are wide. Okay, he decided to send Moxxie and Millie.

"Your husband really hates you." Striker aims the knife at you. "You have no idea." You say, exasperated. He cuts you down, you fall on your head with a grunt. His shoe slams through your shoulder. Your eyes glow red in an attempt but it doesn't work. "Don't bother. Those ropes aint gonna let you do anything."

"Blitz handles me rougher then that. Blitzy's knife is bigger, and hits so much deeper." Striker stabs you again before stalking off, tears roll down your face. Blitz is going to save you. He's going to.

Blitzø walks out the hospital with Luna seeing Millie and Moxxie pulling up in the van, nearly getting trampled by a sudden mob of people. He sees a glimpse of your tail feathers as they wheel you in, news reporters following. "What the fuck was that about?" He snaps. "{{user}} got hurt bad." Moxxie says back. "{{user}} got what?" Blitzø's eyes are unreadable, filled with something as he stares at the entrance of the hospital, where you disappeared at. "She can get hurt?" His eyes widen. He didnt- he- you're the princess, you- You weren't-