You can dig me up a grave

Who: Manhattan, Reese, and Bryson
Where: An alleyway near Mya's Diner and then the hospital
When: Night, following this scene

Manhattan never consciously felt the impact on her bruised and battered body hitting the pavement in the alleyway that spilled out into the lighted street near Mya's Diner after Theo dropped her, the demon circling around once before he shifted direction to fly off toward his home.

She never felt the pain as her shoulder dislocated or the break of her arm or a couple ribs. She laid there unmoving. Her body mangled. Her breathing shallow and ragged that one would think she was more dead then alive.

Reese had been out looking for Manhattan for a while now. It would have been easier on him and Blink if they had starting point. As it was they spent a good amount of time wondering up and down the streets, Blink trying to get a lead.

Then they hit the jack pot. Reese started down the alley slowly, on the look out for anything that might be down there. He was half way down it when he spotted Manhattan. Hurry as fast as his leg would allow, he knelt down beside her to make sure she was still alive. "Manhattan? Can you hear me?"

Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment at the sound of the voice penetrating through to the unconscious of her mind. It taking her a moment to focus on Reese's form beside her. Demon. Though the word sounded in her mind, it never had a voice behind it. Manhattan licking her dry and sliced lower lip as she tried to speak. But the only thing the blonde was able to accomplish was a mouthing of the word.

He had to look close to catch the word but the moment he did, Reese pulled out his gun and looked around. The demon could be around somewhere, using Manhattan as bait. Either way he had to get her out of the alley and to see where she could get patched up. He wished like hell he had a bottle of water to offer her. "All right Manhattan, I'm going to have to pick you up. It's probably going to hurt like hell."

A barely noticeable nod was given. And even that slight motion caused the blonde a long second of pain. She really couldn't do much more but try and brace herself mentally for the surge of pain that would rip through her when Reese lifted her from the pavement. All she could do was endure it. At least until she fell into the blackness that was waiting to consume her.

Reese hated that he had to put the gun away so he could pick her up but it had to be done. Gathering her in his arms he stood up, cursing as he did because he got a better look at her. First he'd get her to the car where she's be at least more comfortable than she had been on the ground and then he'd figure out what to do. Hopefully Bryson would be home. Reese couldn't take her home with him looking like this. It wasn't something the girls needed to see. "Just hang in there Manhattan."

Reaching the car he somehow managed to get the backseat door open and still hang on to the broken hunter. Gently he sat her down then went around to the other side so he could help her lay down in the chair. Reese peeled off his jacket and rolled it up, placing it under Manhattan's head like a pillow.

A half moan/half painful cry erupted from the hunter as soon as Reese made the move to lift the hunter from the concrete flooring of the alleyway. Before the ex hunter straightened to his feet, Manhattan fell back into unconsciousness. The hunter never stirring through being placed into the car or stretched out carefully in the car's backseat.

Now that Manhattan was settled, and unconscious, Reese shut the door and leaned against the car. Fishing out his cell phone he dialed her father's number and hoped the man would pick up at this time of night.

Bryson had extended the search for his daughter past the boundaries of Marquette. He had gone over to the neighboring town of Negaunee after having been unable to uncover any leads or a trail in Marquette. And it was on the road back into town, from pulling up nothing from Negaunee, that Reese reached him. Keeping one hand on the wheel, Bryson reached for his cell with the other. The phone snatched off the dashboard and put to his ear.

"Yeah." He answered in a gruff, unfriendly tone as he kept the truck guided along the darkened road toward Marquette.

Reese let out a sigh as Bryson answered the phone, hand going up to rub the top of his head. He glanced back into the car behind his back. "Bryson, it's Reese. I found her." He gave it a moment to sink in before he went on. "Near Mya's Diner. Want me to bring her on out?"

"What's her condition?" He didn't think it was all that good if Reese was the one to have made the call and not Manhattan. He really couldn't make any type of judgment call on where his daughter should be taken until he knew the extent of her condition.

"No good. She's currently unconscious. The blood on her makes it hard to tell how bad it is, but there's some cuts and some broken bones for sure." Reese left out a frustrated breath. "I'll be truthful with you Bryson. She looks half dead. She couldn't talk before she passed out but she managed to mouth to me what did it. A demon." And he had to wonder if it was the same demon that had killed the girl in the park.

His knuckles went white as the held the wheel in a death grip at what he was being told. "Get her to the hospital. I'll meet you there." His foot pressing heavily on the gas was barely even noted as the truck sped along the road. From what he was gathering from Reese his daughter was in grave condition, and Bryson didn't want to take the chance of losing her all together by trying to play doctor. It wasn't an option he liked using. Getting her into the hospital most likely would bring unwanted attention and questions, but that would be dealt with when the time came.

Reese flipped his phone close and slid into the driver's seat of his car. A quick check showed him that she was still out. He wasn't worried about being pulled over for speeding as he peeled away from the curb and raced for the hospital. Pulling right in front of the doors he scooped Manhattan up for the second time that night and rushed in. "Marquette P.D! I need a doctor now," he shouted as he carried her into the ER.

When they rushed around to take her in the back, Reese refused to let her be put on a stretcher, instead he carried her into the back himself and laid her out on the bed. He fielded the questions he got. After all he had only found her like that. Right now the P.D was unsure what had happened to her. Leaving Manhattan in the hands of the staff he went out front to wait for her father.

Bryson tossed his cell back onto the dash as the truck tore up road the rest of the way to Marquette. It wasn't too long before the truck veered sharply around a turn, wheels scarring the concrete as it came to a screeching halt in front of the hospital.

Slamming the door shut, Bryson round the front of the truck at a quick clip. "You get her inside alright?" He asked when he found Reese waiting for him at the entrance to the white walled structure.

"Yeah. They're working on her now. It did her up good Bryson. It's a wonder I found her alive at all." Reese reached up and rubbed his neck. Once Manhattan came around he'd have to talk to her. See if this was the same demon. Either way there would much ass kicking in the future. "I can get you back there if you want to see her."

"I'd appreciate that." Getting cleared admittance to where his daughter was a better option then his barging into the hospital spewing demands about seeing his daughter.

Reese nodded his head and lead the way back in. He had brought enough people in during his time that the nurses didn't put up much of a fight. It was only a few minutes before they got the okay and Reese lead Bryson to were he had left the man's daughter.

"I owe you, Reese." He said. Bryson running a hand through his hair as he followed the other man into the hospital. If the man hadn't found his daughter when he did. Well that was something the hunter wanted to think about.

"This thing is as good as dead." Standing there near the edge of the bed Manhattan was in being worked on, Bryson spoke his thoughts in a voice almost void of emotion as he eyes washed over the bruised, broken body of his daughter.

Reese could understand that. If it had been his daughter he would want to do the same. Hell, he had when his family was killed. Manhattan might not be his but he still wanted to see this thing dead. "I'm hoping it's the same demon that we had problems with last week. Because if it is and Manhattan can confirm that, then we all ready have a lead to go." He looked down at the girl again. Oh yeah, this demon was going to wish it had never came to this town. "And then we put it down. For good." Cause he might be retired but that didn't stop him from going after the monsters that decided to misbehave on his watch.