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Due to the apparent shortage of physicians at the infirmary, Dr. Christopher Turk has been called in to perform surgery: his first patient is Thurgood Singlance, currently under the knife.

Faustina smiled, giving Snow a satisfied nod as he gathered his things, then turned and led them out of the infirmary, heading outside for little more than a leisurely stroll.

Finally, after what seemed like several agonizing hours (only seconds in real life), the orderlies took Omi away, his scent fading from the air. Robyn's eyes were still clenched tight, and her torn and burned pants were absorbing more blood from her fist, but she was starting to be able to smother Selene back down.

A few more minutes calmly breathing, and she felt brave enough to become aware of her surroundings again. Her green eyes opened, and the red flames were barely flickering now, only a hint of the demonic presence able to be seen in the light. That taken care of for the moment, she calmly talked to the nurse and got herself put on a waiting list, explaining what she needed, along with her stipulation about sedatives. She really didn't need surgery; gaping craters and blown apart tissue were hard to deal with without magical means. Both wounds were cauterized, so at least she wasn't losing blood. If she'd had the time, the fox girl would have just let herself heal. But the next round was only two days away, which was about one-third of the time she needed. Of course, this was all "if" she advanced to the next round.

Robyn really wasn't sure on that, her red-furred ears twitching as she took a seat. While she'd gotten in the more debilatating attack, Omi had gotten her good a couple of times as well. Oh well. It was up to the judges now. She idly wondered how long it took for them to decide. Probably wait until the last moment, to build the most amount of tension.

With a sigh, she leaned her head back, not caring that her damp and dirty hair was pressed against the pristine wall. She really wanted a bath. Yeah, a nice hot bath...with scented soap..something light, that didn't bother her nose. And she was very glad that she had multiple pairs of pretty much every part of her outfit, aside from her hat. Lucky hats couldn't be copied, after all. She'd managed to grab her staff off the field before she'd left, tucking it back into its normal spot on her belt. Didn't have copies of her weapons, either. Ok, well, she did have numerous shuriken, but that didn't count.

Lost in her thoughts, the half-fox might have looked as if she were asleep, or even passed out, although her tail and ears twitched every so often.

Robyn's left ear twitched as some dude walked up and started talking. She peered one eye open to look at him. This guy was a doctor? Oh well. She shrugged. He'd said mages, which was the magic word (no pun intended). The fox girl stood up as she waited for the stretcher to come over, still eyeing the doctor up and down. Then part of what he had said caught up with her, and she tilted her head, blinking. "Whaddaya mean, "hardware?"

Given enough time, her wounds would heal, with no scars, even. Her right forearm was currently missing about half its flesh, the bone inside was splintered, although it held its shape. In her leg, there was a sunken-in spot on her thigh, where Omi's snake had partly exploded as she'd destroyed it. Oh, and now there were the punctures on her left palm, from where she'd dug her claws in. Those would heal up within the hour, though. Not to mention the numerous little slices Omi had created to give his little fire thingies entry points all over her legs. Damn pants were all torn up now...

That gaping wound in her arm was what bothered her, though. Well, not "bothered", really. But yeah, she didn't exactly want to be staring at that for the next week. Suddenly, her now totally green eyes blinked, then narrowed.

"Oh, gotta give ya a fair warnin'. No sedatives or painkillers of any kind, unless ya'll want a demon runnin' through the halls." Her tone was calm, but forceful; it gave no room for argument. She only hoped that this guy wasn't an idiot like some of the normal doctors she'd been to. Granted, they couldn't be told about the demon part, and just assumed she had some religious thing about it, or maybe an allergy. Good turn here, being able to be truthful about everything.

Robyn still stared at him, one eyebrow raised. This screws and bars thing didn't sound good. What choice did she have, though? If she won the match, she'd have to be able to use her arm somehow, and that bone wouldn't heal within 2 days, even if you got it set completely. So she kind of grumbled, scratching one ear, but she acquiesced.

The stretcher came, and she indeed, "hopped" on up, her right leg pushing her easily into the air, coming with a graceful landing on the stretcher. Aww, he seemed worried. She gave the doctor a grin, eyeing him again, but this time with a different intent...he was kinda cute. "Don't worry, Doc, I can handle pain." It was true. She had a high pain tolerance, but not a high threshold. She could grit her teeth and never scream even as her leg was torn off. Not that she wouldn't scream, since it actually helped release some of the focus and pain, but she could if she wanted to. The part that hurt her was the fact that she would pass out after having said leg ripped off, before the blood loss could even get to her.

But that was all hypothetical, and completely irrelevant to the scenario at hand. "Besides, I'd rather feel pain than the guilt at having torn everyone here to bits." She said very nonchalantly as she lay back on the stretcher.

Pre-Round II, Barsait's left leg triumphantly crashed out of his room's door to the dismay of those behind him. Wearing medical robes, countless bandages were tied all across the flesh of said leg, no doubt quite a bit tinkered with beneath. Truth be told, the mage did a majority of the work, utilizing that eerie substance called "magic" to mend the wound once forcibly opened further, then shut by the orderlies. It was functional, but not fully functional. He could walk, but trying to kick someone with it or wearing his standard armor would both be naive. Too much additional stress.

Still, Omi was no man to lay idly in bed when he didn't need to. Time to exercise the injured limb and listen intently to the halls of the infirmary. Though he was only unconscious for a short period of time, any moment the judge's call may pierce through those loudspeakers. Whether he won or lost, Barsait had a mission to achieve, set in stone within his mind; in short, lounging about was out of the question.

Still, coated in bandages in odd spots here & there, white gown coating him, Barsait's body felt sore. Plenty of stamina, no question there. He felt no threat in walking these halls, chilly as they were. Yet something about staying in one spot wouldn't work for him, he felt wild Calmly walking away from his room's front door, what was an impatient and wry fighter to do?

Realizing with discontent there really wasn't any good answer, given his leg wasn't in the right shape for Omi to go jogging around the premises, an exasperated sigh parted his lips. "Damn. 'Spose I'll just walk around the joint for a while." Ironic use of words, for as weight shifted onto that left leg, Barsait's eyes bulged a bit and he sucked in air swiftly through his lips.

Slowing his stride to ease the pain, Omi began to very solemnly walk the halls of the infirmary out of sheer boredom, careful not to put much stress on the leg. Though his status earned him decent supplementary care, it seemed that was at a cost of a lack of painkillers. Grit teeth and closed lips were what would save him from staff running over to bowl him over back into a room.

[Time Paradox-Two Days Before Second Round]

Robyn sat up after they were done, her entire body damp with sweat. She had been right, that had not been fun. Considering how close Selene had been to the surface before that, Robyn had also had to deal with keeping the demon down through the pain, both of them knowing that one slip up would result in Robyn being trapped in her own mind while Selene caused havoc. With a weak smile, she thanked Dr. Turk, testing and stretching her limbs slowly. They'd restored enough of her flesh that she would be in just about top form come time of her match. Again, that was if she had won hers.

The surgery had taken a few hours, so pretty much all her adrenaline and effects were gone now, and she was actually feeling much better, even if her limbs kept sending the occasional lance of pain.

Figuring it wouldn't hurt to stick around for a bit, just in case something went wrong while she was moving around, the fox girl decided to roam the halls, seeing if anyone from the tournament was around. Maybe Rylen was around here somewhere. She moved slow, putting more of her weight on her right leg so as to not pain the left. She was very grateful that they'd let her change back into her clothes, even if they were dirty and torn.

She passed the waiting room, glancing at the patients calmly (or not so calmly) waiting and passing the time. She was about to turn away when the sound of the tv caught her ear. "Well, Joe, seems the judges have finally cast their scores for all the fights, so we won't keep the viewers waiting any longer. First up: Stella beats out Tous Shinjiko. Looks like we're in for a good summer, folks!"

Robyn's eyes widened and she stopped walking, moving back and into the waiting room. Some eyed her oddly, wondering what she was still doing here since there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her. A few recognized her from the fight, whispering and talking about her entrance, and her good show as an unknown. But Robyn didn't care, her attention was fixed on the tv. They were going agonizingly slow...

A single eye peeked slowly open, as if weighed down under the pressure of considerable internal pain and agony. Regardless to that presupposed fact, the man who now occupied a prime position in the infirmary allowed a small, coy smirk to slip across his lips. With an underwhelmed groan he managed to sit himself up and look around, his right eye shifting his gaze about the area as he sought out someone who could help him. His opposite eye, the left, was bandaged, as was that particular side of his face. It wasn't too bad, but it did look quite painful. From underneath the edge of his bandaged, burnt, blackened flesh was clearly visible. A severe burn had marred the side of this man's face. Regardless, he smirked and continued his search.

Shinji would have gotten to his feet in search of a nurse, or attendant, but he couldn't walk. A slashed Achilles tendon was a severe impediment upon one's ability to walk, after all. And, it was the reason he had conceded his fight. Momentarily miffed by his inability to find anyone to take care of him, he made a small frown before propping himself further up into a full upright position and yelling:

"NUURRRRRRRRRRSE!?"






"Someone send me a nurse. Preffeably a sexy one, if possible..."








"Hur hur hur..."






That small, coy smirk returned to his lips as he collapsed back onto his bed once more, waiting.