Ash moved to help and Puck staggered across the street, Ash helping Jason drag Puck. When they got to the carriage, Ash shouldered Puck into it and jumped into the driver's seat, Grimalkin bounding up beside him.

Jason climbed in besides Puck and carefully put the boys back to the seat. "I'm going to make it as painless as possible,I swear. You'll be fine." he said as he rapidly yanked off scales from his back of his hands. He quickly repeated quick motions,letters in dragon,over his chest. Soon the dragon scales where glowing and so where his eyes,purple now. He carefully laid the scales over the wound,covering it.

Puck was gasping, his blood is now seeping over the seat. "Hold on!" Ash yelled as soon as everyone was in, and brought the reins down on the horse's flanks with a loud "Hiya!" The horse leaped forward with a squeal. They galloped through a red light, barely dodging a honking taxi. Cars blared, people shouted and cursed, and the sounds of pursuit faded behind them.

"Dang it,come on." He mumbled,keeping the boy steady on the seat. As the scales on the front side began doing their thing and stitching up the wound and repairing the muscle torn,Jason worked on his back. He did the same quickly,but made one different shape over his chest.He then was able to remove the bullet and quickly fix up the back.

Puck has stopped moving by then. Preoccupied with driving the carriage Ash barely looks back, but Grimalkin leaped to the floor and trotted up to the body. Puck's face was the color of eggshells, his skin cool and clammy. Grim examines Puck and jumps up beside Ash again. "The park," he said calmly. "We take him to the park. The dryads should be able to help him if Jason can't stitch him up all the way." Should. How subtle the phrasing.

Jason was shacking,worried and what Grim said didn't help at all. "He'll be fine...h-he has to be fine." He said.

Ash didn't stop at the edge of the park, but instead drove the carriage over the curb and into the grass beneath the trees. Ash knelt in the carriage next to Jason and swung Puck onto a shoulder, and dropped down. He'd stopped the carriage under the boughs of two enormous oaks, their gnarled branches completely shutting out the night sky. Ash carried Puck beneath the twisted giants and eased him down to the grass.

Jason leaped out quickly after him. He was fidgting with the ice dragon,the form now shifting multiple shapes over and over and over,all things that where horrid. Things that showed just how scared for Puck he was.

Two figures stepped out of the tree trunks, materializing into view. They were both slender women, with moss-green hair and skin like polished mahogany. Beetle black eyes peered out as the dryads stepped forward, the smell of fresh earth and bark thick in the air. Grimalkin and Ash nodded respectfully.

"We know why you have come," one dryad said, her voice the sigh of wind through the leaves. "The breeze whispers to us, news of faraway places. We know of your plight with the Iron King. We have been waiting for you."

Jason ducked his head politely. His body was shaking,as well was the ice in his hands,now the shape of his little sister Clementine,before she had been...killed.