to Docs utter, and pleasant surprize, Cal is leading the pack and easily skids to a stop of his own. he slides the car sideways and motions for Doc to go as he blocks off the track. the other cars have to stop to avoid hitting Cal and accidently send him flying into Doc or accidently end up running in to the flaming ball of car thats Lightnings. Doc immediately runs over to the car and beats on the window, trying to bust it.

"KID! come on!" Doc shouts. he frowns, giving up on getting the younger to wake up and decides he needs to get Lightning out now. he uses his elbow to shatter the window, before pulling Lightning out, ignoring the pain shooting up his arm as he does so. he can barely see through the cloud of smoke thats erupting from the broken window. the car is on fire and smells like pure gasoline. "geez you're soaked in gas." Doc mutters.

"Doc!" Cal shouts, watching him drag the younger from the fire. he eye's are focused on the fire trail following them.

"get back! everyone get back! they threw gas at him! the cars going to blow! get back!" Doc shouts. he drops the younger to the ground, watching the fire follow the trail of gas dripping from Lightnings suit. he's got to get the younger out of this gas soaked suit now! whether he's wearing just some boxers or not. Doc pulls the helmet off quickly, ignoring the blood dripping from the youngers mouth and pouring from the youngers nose, and toss it aside, before pulling out his pocket knife. he quickly cuts the younger free from his gasoline soaked suit and is actually thankful for the fact he remembered to wear a tank top and boxers under his suit. he tosses the headset aside and scoops the younger back up with a painfilled wince. there is blood dripping from his elbow but he's more focused on Lightning. he's shocked to bump into Red, who looks at them relieved.

"we've gotta go. come on." Red says, taking Lightning from him and running off with him. Doc follows after quickly. he realizes the whole arena is empty. no fans, no racers, no teams. just him Red, and Lightning. everyone must've escaped for their lives while Doc was still struggling to get Lightning free. they get outside and Doc takes the younger back, laying him on the ground. there's smoke everywhere, no doubt the grass is on fire now along with other things. Doc listens to the youngers chest, his hearts still beating. a quick check even proves the younger is still breathing, just probably unconscious. his nose is bleeding and bruised, probably from hitting is face on his helmet with his head slammed into the steering wheel.

"kid? Monty?" Doc ask, looking him over gently. he winces and looks at his own arm. there's glass shattered in his skin. his arm is bleeding pretty good and Smokey is looking it over, but Doc doesn't exactly mind. Bolt runs over whining and laying against Lightnings side. "he's okay." Doc assures, patting the pups head gently. Bolt whines softly and lays his head on his injured master.

"alright we're getting both of you to the hospital." one of the track medics frowns. Doc nods and gets up, there's no way he can pick Lightning up again, his right arm is in no condition to even try. they load both him and younger into the ambulance and take them off to the hospital.

Doc eventually finds himself sitting in a chair next to Lightning, with his right arm in a sling and bandaged up, while the younger lays there watching tv. Mack, Red, Smokey, River, and Junior are out fighting with security, how the fuck could have let this happen?

"you okay?" Doc ask softly. Lightning nods.

"yeah I'm good. I didn't get burned so I'm fine." Lightning assures. his nose is bandaged up, but other than that he's pretty unharmed. "what happened to your arm?" Lightning ask quietly.

"cut myself up pretty good and injured my shoulder and elbow busting your window open." Doc frowns.

"you okay?" Lightning ask.

"I'm fine kid, just trying to make sure you are." Doc assures gently. "on the brightside, I didn't use my dominate arm." Doc snorts.

"how'd he get past security?" Lightning ask.

"it wasn't your dad, so they weren't looking for him. he walked in with some sort of large gas station cup filled with gas and threw it through the windshield." Doc frowns. Lightning nods. "but I had you. you weren't going to burn." Doc assures.

"I know. you said you had my back and you did." Lightning murmurs, taking his good hand gently. Doc kisses his hand gently.

"I'm sorry it happened, I got to you as fast as I could." Doc murmurs.

"I don't remember Doc. I remember seeing that guy then I woke up here." he admits. "s'okay. you got me out." he murmurs.

"I'm glad you're okay kid." Doc murmurs. Lightning gives a small smile.

"can you see if they'll let me have something to drink?" Lightning ask.

"yeah. I'll be right back." Doc murmurs. he kisses the younger head and walks off.

Doc ends up going to the closest vending machine and meeting Smokey on the way. the two walked back towards Lightnings room, chatting about the security issue at the track before Smokey frowns and looks around.

"you hear a gurgling noise?" Smokey ask. Doc frowns a little.

"kinda, sounds like someone choking or something, I mean this is a hospital.." Doc shrugs a little.

"HUD!" Lightning screams. Doc drops the drink in his hand and takes off running to Lightnings room. three men are holding the younger down, with some sort of black liquid all over the ground and pouring from his mouth. without a second thought Doc runs full force at the first man and headbutts him hard in the face, sending him to the ground. one of the other two jumps on Docs back so he slams both himself and the man into the wall, before grabbing his arm hard and, with a serious struggle and effort, flips the other man over him and straight through the second floor window. pain shoots up his injured arm and he winces, rubbing his shoulder, before he turns to the third, pulling his pocket knife out of his pocket. he's thankful it was his right arm that he'd hurt, not his left so he can properly protect both himself and the younger. he flips the blade and growls at the third man.

"fuck off, or I'm going to gut you like a fish." Doc warns, slashing at the third man. he catches the man across the chest hard and glares. the third gives a cry of pain and scrambles off, dropping a bottle of oil on the ground, Doc briefly realizes thats whats pouring from the youngers mouth, and now even his nose. Smokey deals with the two in the room while Doc starts hitting the call nurse button. the whole thing is over in seconds, leaving Doc panting angrily.

Lightning cannot remember a time feeling worse than he does nose. they pumped two and a half cups of the oil out of his stomach, before pumping him full of this and that to take care of him. Doc refused to leave his side, him and Bolt both sitting and watching the younger like guard dogs. he's hooked up to all kinds of tubes and there's even one in his nose.

"hows the kid?" Smokey ask. Lightning groaned quietly at him.

"they pumped half a quart of oil from his stomach then flushed out his nose. so, he's.... going." Doc frowns.

"everything tastes like puke and oil." Lightning groans.

"they won't let me give him something to drink just yet." Doc frowns.

"well thats stupid." Smokey huffs.

"yeah. he'll be alright though." Doc mutters.

"more worried about him." Lightning mumbles.

"don't worry about me. worry about the idiot I threw out a window." Doc snorts.

"no he deserved it." Lightning mumbles. Bolt licks Lightnings free hand worriedly. Lightning gives a weak smile and pets the pups head gently. he barks quietly, wagging his tail happily. "good boy." Lightning murmurs, softly. he squeezes Docs hand gently before dropping is head back into the pillow and shutting his eyes. he's not worried. Doc and Bolt are with him and Red and Mack are standing guard outside his room. no one gets in with out approval. Docs got him, he's protected. he can sleep peacefully, clutching Docs hand tightly. the older man holds his hand gently.

"when is he getting released?" Smokey ask.

"in a few days." Doc murmurs. "they want to make sure he's not going to get utterly sick from the oil." Doc shrugs. Bolt sits up on the bed and stretches, leaning over to Docs hand. "can't pet you buddy, sorry." Doc frowns. Smokey reaches over and pets Bolt, scratching his head gently. Bolt sits happily and wags his tail.