(I know, my last post totally sucked. I re-edited it. You don't have to re-read. This is the continuation, er whatever. Just humor me...)

It felt like someone had just punched Mamba with a fist made of metal.
His neck had whipped to the side when he fell. His head lolled to one side. The bright flash of a gun was branded to the back of Mamba's eyes. His vision blocked by a large white stripe.
He could hear Heidi screaming. And the firing of another gun. He felt himself being moved, and leaned onto a cold surface.
Mamba's vision returned after a minute. His eyes stung, as if he hadn't blinked his eyes the entire time he was blinded.
"Mamba?!"
"Dodge get out the first aid kit."
"Is Mamba okay, Funky?"
"Oh god. Oh god."
"Let's hope so."
He felt his cheek being slapped lightly. Someone removing his mask. He let out a pitiful groan, blinking his eyes a few times.
Mamba saw everyone crowded over him. Dodge on one side of him, rummaging through the kit. Heidi on the other, her eyes brimming with tears. She took Mamba's head in her hands and gave him a shaky kiss.
"Oww, Heidi." He mumbled, he had felt no pain until Heidi's lips collided with his. Mamba's lips were raw. Worse than raw. They felt like they were gone.
As Heidi stood back up, her look seemed no more relieved than before. She wiped his own blood off of her lips. Tears finally streaking her plump little face. Mamba felt more worried for her than himself, but the sight of his own blood made him queasy. He was never good with that kind of stuff.
Sunshine had his mask in hand, examining it with a frown on her face. "Your mask took the whole blow, bro."
Funky grimaced, "I wouldn't say that, Sunny." Sunshine's face turned a shade redder. Before she composed herself again.
Dodge smeared something over Mamba's lips. Mamba bared his teeth in a pained hiss.
"Stop moving, dude." Dodge's brow was knit in empathy and fear. Mamba knew what he was going through. Dodge and him were like brothers. Aside from the fact Dodge was a scrawny blonde kid, and Mamba was a dark and mean fighting machine.
He sure as hell didn't feel like one, though.
"His lips were nearly burnt clean off?!" Heidi cried. She wasn't really helping at the moment, but Mamba could understand her reason for hysterics. He gazed back up at Sunshine, his mask was totalled. A hole clean through to the other side. Right through the valve that connected the filter to the mask. The goggles were melted in one spot.
All he could do was groan again. Mamba didn't dare move his mouth.
After he rolled his neck, sore from taking the blow. He sat up. He stared down at his hands, he was shaking like a wimp. Mamba glowered down at himself. He groped behind him at the back of the wagon, pushing himself up. Dodge and Heidi tensed and followed him up, making sure he didn't fall again.
Stringy stood quietly behind them all. His face caked in a million emotions. "Dodge saved your life, Mamba." He said in a quiet voice. Stringy looked as young as he really was. No older than nine. Whatever maturity he had flown out the window. His face was red and glazed with his own tears.
"He did," Funky nodded in agreement, "you would've got that shot in the side of your head, if he hadn't took action."
Sunshine looked defeated, "I'm getting sick of this... Chased away from the main roads. Just to keep low-lives like us from entering the city." she growled. Funky moved to stand beside Sunshine. Gripping her shoulder.
"Cursing at the sky ain't gonna make it cry." Funky replied, just as poetic as ever. Her milk-chocolate skin paled in grief. Though her emotions were stoicaly masked.
Mamba hated seeing his friends this worried, especially about himself. His heart would ache like his whiplash, whenever his gang was in pain. He couldn't help but get emotional.
He envyed Funky's ability to remain apathetic in the worst of times.
Now wasn't the time, though.
"Can you walk, man?" Dodge asked cautiously. Mamba nodded, he stood carefully. His legs felt like rubber, but he made his way over to Stringy.
It appeared to calm Stringy. He stood straighter, looking up at Mamba. Regaining his maturity, and moxie. He did a double wink up at him. Mamba had taught him that gesture a long time ago, it meant that everything was okay.
"We need to get moving, Heidi will carry your pack, Mamba." Sunshine said in a leveled tone, "we're back on the radar."