Otakugirl505

They were on the B.S.A.A's helicopter, headed back to a small airport to be flown back to America. A medic was fussing over Piers, using alcohol wipes to clean the dry blood from several small lacerations on Piers face. "I'm fine, really." Piers insisted, though it didn't do much to stop the man. The truth is Piers really was fine, for the most part. The jarring pain in his arm had stopped, leaving only a dull ache in its wake. Chris chuckled, amused by Piers irritation. "Once you arrive back in America you will be treated with the C-Virus vaccine." The helicopter pilot said, lowering the helicopter onto a heli-pad at the small airport.