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Rush rush, hurry hurry. The paramedics were carrying the grungy young woman to one of the beds. She was in bad shape, and none of these simple-minded individuals understood why. The ringed scar on her neck, the blood that had been pooled on the floor, and the blonde-haired man that had been looming over her after dancing with and kissing her, none of it made sense to them why she had passed out without visible injury. You'd think in a world filled with lunatics, fanatics, and all sorts of mytholgical creatures that trained medical personnel would be able to discern the details of a vampire attack. Perhaps they were stuck in the mindset of looking for twin puncture marks?

Catlyn's pale-skinned form was settled onto a table, and immediately tests started being run. A blood sample was taken. She was connected to all sorts of monitoring equipment. The determined cause for loss of consciousness? Extreme blood loss. ******** duh. They discerned her blood type, and began preparing for a massive blood transfusion.

KB had played his role of a blood-sucking fiend well. He had left her with just the bare minimum count to keep her alive, albeit for only a short time. The medics were afraid they might lose her, and so their actions were even more hurried.

Within Catlyn's unconscious mind, she was still pristine and unaware of the real world. Her thoughts were racing in that empty void KB had created upon his feasting union with her. Her seemingly ever-staring emerald eyes took in the details of memories she had thought long forgotten, and the details of memories she didn't recognize.

The vampire's embrace had left her with more than just scars and a weakened body. He had left part of himself, part of his history, with her.

She wouldn't speak, now, because she had no one to talk to, but instead silently watched as she walked unnoticed through the demented memories of this creature of the night.

A team of the best medical mages in the Infirmary were in a surgery room, their hands pointed at the large behemoth of a body that was Vincent Alaphare, the dragon humanoid of the tournament. Some of the people in here were a bit scared that when he is revived, he was going to be angry as hell. Fortunately, there were strong security guys in here with them, just in case. The white magic continued to circle through his body as a main doctor was at the head of the bed, chanting words as the resurrection spell was being cast.

This ritual took a total of fifteen minutes to do, but by the time the last second had passed, life breathed back into Vince's body. His lungs felt breath again, his heart returned to racing, and his brain was back intact, the regenerative magic of the team doing what it could to mend such an important organ back together after that unfortunate stab through the skull. The wound on the back of his head and on his left arm wasn't fully mended yet, but that was why they were going to recommend him to stay in the infirmary for at least two days, since there were three days before the next round.

One thing was for sure: Vince wasn't going to be at full capacity. After having your brain struck like it was then having your spirit forced from your body, there was a lot of hoops that Vince was going to have to jump through physically, mentally, and spiritually before his body would feel at good health again. He might even feel a loss of a few memories. Memories weren't easy to heal back. For now, he probably wouldn't even be able to sit up without vomiting.

[ -playing a rookie- emo ]

Little Lana rushed quickly back and forth around the infirmary. The new recruits were not often given so many errands to run, but considering the havoc that the tournament seemed to consist of, they'd been hopping since the night of the ball. And the healers found Lana's knowledge of medicine impressive and useful considering her age. Growing up on earth, rather than Gaia, meant she had little training in magical healing. But that also meant she'd never relied on the powers like some of the recruits.

'Uncross-matched blood; more packets!'

'Aye, ma'am!' She was careful not to run into anyone as she slipped out of Catlyn's recuperating area. No sense bowling the nurses over. Once the coast was clear, she walked quickly down the hall to the cold storage room. Zipping inside, she snatched some O-positive and headed back. Her footfalls slowed to a crawl, then stop, as she passed by the surgery room though.

Of course there were no windows in the door for her to glimpse anything through. Her avid curiosity would have to go unsatisfied. Leaning towards the door cautiously, she tilted her head to try and hear anything. All of the best healers were in there. Rumors said someone had already been killed-- a competitor, no less! She would have to catch the replays later on the television, on her nonexistent break or over a scarfed-down dinner-- and they were actually resurrecting him at that moment.

Her skin crawled in a vicious shiver. Whether some powerful magic from inside was provoking her, or merely her own passionately interest and whirling thoughts, it gave her enough of a start to send her rushing back to bring the blood to the paramedics.

'Here!' She chimed out as she slipped back inside in a whirl of her white and red uniform. The on-duty healer nodded, setting up the transfusion while one of the nurses snatched the packets and hung one up. Another of the nurses, one only a few years Lana's senior, flopped a giant tangle of bloody sheets into the young girl's arms.

'To the laundry!' The older girl quipped. Lana nodded and headed back out into the corridor.

Darkness, darkness, more darkness.

In Vince's life, many things had scared him; commitment, the fear of living life alone, and the fear that he had been a failure among his people; if any of his people even lived. In Vince's life, nothing about death had scared the dragon; he'd accepted that as part of the natural cycle, something that came about eventually and had to be dealt with accordingly. Vince, also had accepted that as a warrior, the greatest way to die was to die on the battlefield; however, Vince had never expected what was coming, and hadn't even had time to mutter a single prayer to his evil goddess, which surely displeased her.

When Vince's soul was yanked from the murky darkness of death, and air filled his lungs, which hadn't worked since spikes were thrown through his head, one emotion smashed into Vince's quickly returning being. The dragon began, as he took his first few breaths of his new life, by muttering incoherently curses against the fools who brought him back. Then, as soon as Vince went to react with rage, his hands curling in rage as he thought about what these people had done.

They'd robbed him of an honorable death; a death of warriors, and instead did the same thing that the figure of light had done many years ago. They'd subjected him to a life where he owed something to someone; whether it was deity or human, the dragon didn't want to owe a single thing to any entity, immortal or non. The dragon's emerald eyes snapped open, taking in the harsh light of the operating room with an inhuman hiss, something akin to that of a snake before it lunged.

"What have... Why... WHAT HAVE YOU FOOLS DONE!?!?" Vince's voice, though it took a moment of stumbling over them to get the sentence out, rumbled in the room. His hand's clenched around the bars of his bed, and although his left arm and hand was pretty severely torn up, he still managed to crush the bar in pretty heavily. The muscles that weren't completely torn in his arms flexed, though no where near what they would have been previously.

That's when it hit him; Vince was missing something. A part of him that he'd normally felt all of the time; just tensing his arms in the way he did, and proceeding to pull himself up, ignoring the wave of dizziness and nausea, Vince was dead tired. Of course, Vince had gone through dying once before, and his time of actual death was nearing him regardless, but the resurrection had done something to him that it hadn't done before; possibly because before he was revived by a god. The healers in this case had not done the job as well as the god, obviously, and had robbed Vince of some of stamina and strength.

The dragon's eyes struggled to find the person closest to him, the person that he could reach out with his good right arm and strangle them to death. Vince blamed them for bringing him from his resting place, and someone, surely, would pay. Vince snarled, yelling again, this time to no one in particular as he thought of the punishment he'd surely receive from his goddess. "THESE FOOLS HAVE DAMNED ME!"

Someone sent Vincent a get-well present!

It was a stoically framed picture of KB smiling.

Pime Terradoxed Joseph lay on a table, finally reverted back to human form from being bashed up by Ebris. Sey had brought him back form the ball, but he still needed some serious help. His left arm was basically one giant Compound fracture, his right arm was dislocated. Three of his right ribs had punctured his lung while the rest of the ribs on his right side had found themselves poking out of his abdomen.