"On it!" Tiger shouted above the noise and chaos. Swiveling his head in every direction to watch for attackers, it helped to distract him from his self-pity. A few of the vultures circled overhead, but none made any pretense of wanting him which still boggled his mind. Maybe it was because they were both manhandling one of its kin, but he doubted these blood-thirsty beasts were that sentimental. Either way, it bought them both time so the older man wasn't going to complain.

When the bus shook under his partner's weight, he let go of the vehicle lest it bring him down with it. Swaying on his legs wasn't much better, but there wasn't much he or Barnaby could do about it.

"Done yet?" His question held restless concern the longer he stared out into the thinning crowd of patients. Eventually he would be the last morsel left and then they would see if being picky mattered any longer.