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Amnity chuckled at Mephlius' comment, but thought hard about it. Yeah...When they get married, they better invite us.... She smiled and turned back to Adrian. Her smile shrunk when he had offered her a flask of alcohol. Damn.... It was torture. She bit her lip, eyeing the drinking intently. She was a recovering alcoholic, and taking even just a tiny sip may take her back to passing out in bars and pubs. "N-no thank you....Well...Just a sip maybe...No! No thank you, you drink that all yourself." To get away from the alcohol, she walked over to a sink in the room and sterilized her dagger.

"I hate being cut open, specially when you're unconscious because you don't know what the hell they are doing to you." Amnity commented, walking back to Adrian's side with a clean dagger. Taking off her jacket, she set it aside and put on some latex gloves, but not before taking her engagement ring off. With a smile, she put the diamond ring in her pocket. "Just lay down. Where were you hit?" She looked at the dagger, making sure it's sterile enough.

Amnity nodded, looking at the bleeding punctures on his stomach, she'll have to start on those first. Looming over him, she dug the dagger gently into the wound. It only took a few seconds to get one bullet out, and she managed to maneuver past any nerves that may cause too much pain. Walking over to a closet in the room, she took out a few white clothes. Quickly, she placed it over the wound, putting pressure on it. "Hold it there, that should slow the blooding down." With that, she moved onto the other bullet wound. "After this, I'm going to have to send out for some food. Anything you prefer?" She tried to make small talk as she ventured to get the last bullet out. This one took less time, and was probably less painful. With a sigh, Amnity walked over to the bathroom, taking her gloves off and putting the bloody dagger under the sink. Quickly, she threw the bullets into the garbage. "I'll call a nurse to come and stitch you up....What are you hungry for?" She didn't know why she was really helping him when just an hour or 2 ago he was threatening to kill her. Maybe it's because she felt she needed to toward a fellow hunter, maybe she honestly wanted to help him since he didn't seem to have anyone to truly care for him...."The faster you recover, the quicker we can continue on with our fight." She smirked at him. Yeah...That's probably the reason...

"If Mephlius hadn't had come and interrupted it, I would have had you." Amnity knew that it wasn't true, and it was practically impossible to beat him in a melee fight. She chuckled lightly as she headed out the door. "Stay here, I'll get you some food."

Stepping out into the door, she walked over to the nurse's counter and patiently waited for someone to come. Suddenly, a delicious aroma filled the air. Her stomach growled like a lion, and immediately she placed her hand on it in shock. She realized that she hadn't eaten for a while. Looking back now, she would have eaten in the mess hall, but had to leave after she got Adrian's distress call. Looking over to the source of the smell, she caught sight of a female nurse rolling along a tray of hospital food. Amnity put her food out in front of the cart, making the woman stop abruptly and look at her. "Sorry...You're probably busy...But can you bring over a roasted chicken....A 16 ounce steak...And whatever whiskey you could find?" She leaned closer to the nurse, as if telling her a secret. "My friend is just recovering from surgery, and there are starving lycans and vampires in there...So the sooner the better." The nurse didn't even give it a second thought, she rushed out the the hospital kitchen to prepare what was ordered.

"Now that's what I call service." Amnity commented as she wheeled a food cart back into Adrian's room. "Roasted chicken, steak, and they even have some alcoholic beverages in a hospital." Rolling the cart to Adrian's bedside, she pointed to the fresh cooked roasted chicken. "Don't scarf it all down too quickly though, we don't want to rip your stitches."

Amnity shook her head, just happy that he was feeling better. "No, you get the whole chicken....As for me..." She looked over at the 16 ounce steak, her mouth watering as well. "I'll stick with the steak." Now, Amnity was taught proper etiquette since she was 5 years old, growing in a wealthy mansion in England, it was expected of her. She is much older now and doesn't have an old nanny looming over her with a stick to whack her if she forgets to put the spoon on the left or the fork on the right. Quietly, she sat on a chair and brought the plate of steak on her lap. Pulling her hair back, she didn't want to get any of it in her mouth as she ate. She didn't even use a spoon or a fork, she just grabbed it with her bare hands and sank her teeth in, tearing the meat easily. It took her about 4 minutes to finish the piece of meat. She reached over and snatched the bottle of whiskey, drowning it down like the good old days. Taking a minute, she took a napkin and wiped her mouth and hands. "That was pretty good for hospital food, don't you think?" she suddenly burped in an extremely loud and unladylike fashion. "How are you holding up?"

Amnity raised an eyebrow at him, pretending to be offended. "Do you see me as an uptight person? My good sir, I am insulted." She said in an extremely sarcastic tone. Tilting her head to the side, she watched him as he seemed to concoct some type of science experiment with different colored flasks. Before she could ask what he was making, he had offered his creation to her. Examining it for a second, she finally found the words to speak. "Talon...Miami?" It was a strange name, but hell, it was a drink. She stood up from the chair and took the glass in her hand before looking up at him. "Nothing is too alcoholic for me, if I could do well against an Irishman in a drinking contest, I should be able to drown down whatever this is." Without hesitating, she took a small sip. It was delicious! It wasn't long before she took a longer drink, but she didn't drink it all. "Amazing...And you made this yourself?" Amnity asked in disbelief, refusing to let go of the cup.

Mephlius stayed quiet, and simply sat it out. "Am, you know you were gonna lose that drinking contest. Jacob would have put you under..." He grinned. He extended his hand to Adrian, for a handshake. "Well... we've "met", but I don't think it really counts. Let's start over. My name is Mephlius."

"Jacob cheated! The bloody Irish always cheat!" Amnity exclaimed, her competitive side never wanting to admit that she had ever lost anything. Sitting down, she still had the glass in her hand, it was half empty now. Seeing that Mephlius got his own drink, Amnity refused to offer him the Talon Miami, and she continued to drink it down. She didn't hear what they were saying to each other, it was probably guy talk anyway.

No problem Mephlius "Now the Whiskey is all mine!" Adrian paused for a second, and screamed into his hands, "I said the outloud part in my head and the in my head part out loud!" He shrugged, grinning sheepishly, he then picked up the whiskey and took a long drink. "That takes away the chill." He laughed, yawning.