[i]Drake rushed to him from the cockpit, crouching down besides his wounded friend, and checked him for injuries. He wasn't by any means a medic--quite the opposite--but he was smart enough to realize that Alpha was in a lot of pain. He sealed the wounds by injecting Biofoam into the blood and gore in his thigh, while attempting to disinfect the wound with some alcohol. With a sigh, he realized that they were out of painkillers, really because he'd used up the last of them the previous few nights. Alpha would have to deal with the pain.[/i] "We'll get that bastard next time, Alex. Next time..."