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Barely suppressing a shudder, the doctor stood stock still and made absolutely no move to return the gesture. In fact, it was taking all he had not to shove the child away in disgust with a snarl. Damn children...why did he have to deal with them? He was supposed to be done with them after the initial injection! At least, done with interacting with them in person.

"Yes, well...I'm sure we will," he answered darkly. Of course, he didn't mean a word of it, but he'd say anything at this point to get rid of her. By this time, the unfortunate tech had returned with a small syringe of clear fluid. It was a mild sedative, intended more to encourage and aid with sleep than to knock a person out. As she apologized in advance, she quickly gave the girl the sedative and hurried to get out of the room again as soon as possible.

"Anyway, someone should be along shortly to escort you back to your room. You should...take a nap or something." Dr. Hakan was eager to end this little escapade as soon as possible and caught himself glancing over his shoulder at the door a couple times.

Dr. Hakan eyed the girl oddly. The sedatives were fast-acting, but they shouldn't be working THIS quickly! What in the devil was wrong with her now?

"No, actually I don't," he sneered, rolling his eyes snidely. "That's completely out of my way. However, I'm not going to get rid of you any other way, am I?" He sighed, sounding tired. "Fine, but if you'd better stay awake. I am not carrying you if you don't."

He turned and shoved the door open roughly with enough force to send it swinging around and slamming into the outer wall. Grabbing the girl's upper arm, he pulled her along firmly, desperate at this point to get this over with and fast.

The doctor literally shuddered at the contact, berating himself for putting up with this nuisance for THIS long. Unconsciously, he picked up his pace, striding briskly down the hall, past the chalk drawings and towards the girl's room.

"Alright, you," he muttered, sneering. "Start detaching yourself if you'd please. We're almost to your room. You should get inside and lie down or something."

"Oh, for Lugia's sake...that's not ketchup, you fool!" Sneering and desperately tempted to beat his head on the wall...or hers...Dr. Hakan weighed his options. He wanted to leave more than anything, but with this latest development, he'd have to deal with her wound before she lost too much blood. It wouldn't have to be that deep of a wound to bleed that much, considering how little 'cushioning' was located around the skull and jaw, but she had hit the floor pretty hard.

Damned fool. Hadn't even tried to catch herself. What the hell was wrong with her?

"Get up. You're going to need stitches for that." Grumbling to himself, Dr. Hakan stalked into the room, grabbed a towel from the sink, and threw it at her. "Use that as a compress to slow the bleeding. Wad it up and press it against your chin tightly...got it?" He was speaking slowly in an attempt to get his instructions through her stupor successfully. He moved swiftly to the intercom, barking out orders to have a suture kit sent down immediately.

Almost as a second thought, he added, "And send Rutherford down here too."

((Combining posts for Carl and Hayden into one 'cause I'm lazy and it's easier this way.))


Impatiently, Dr. Hakan tapped his foot as he stood by the door and waited for the suture kit to be delivered. What in the world was taking so long? He'd ordered that kit a whole two minutes ago!

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Why is that room number so familiar?

The question nagged at the back of Hayden's mind as he made his way down the dormitory hallway towards...someone's room. Considering he'd been instructed to take a suture kit from the clinic with him, he wondered if it was Anya again...no, couldn't be...he still remembered hers. Sighing, he figured he'd give up for now and just see who it was when he got there. He had enough on his mind already, considering he'd been ordered to show up by Dr. Hakan himself.

That thought alone nearly had him out of his mind with panic. Why him? WHY?

Of course he knew why. Hakan liked to torture him. That was simple enough.

Sadistic, damn b*****d.

Arriving at the designated door, Hayden took a deep breath, steeled himself, then sighed. He'd make it through this...he always did. Somehow. He shoved the door open. "Dr. Hakan?"

He immediately found himself face to face with the doctor...but that wasn't what he was looking at. He took in the room, the girl, and the sight of blood in an instant.

"Kira?"

"Oh good, you seem to know each other," Carl drawled dryly. "We don't have time for introductions anyway. Rutherford? Get the girl off the floor and onto the bed if you would. NOW. I want to get these stitches done and get out of here." Dr. Hakan quickly grabbed the suture kit from Hayden and began setting things out for easy access on the lone table as the guard hurried to carry out his orders. 'Good little trained monkey...'

Hayden arched an eyebrow, immediately concerned that Kira had hurt more than her chin in the fall. The guard was smart enough to keep any comments to himself, what with Dr. Hakan still in the room and all, but still...she couldn't be in her right mind.

"Hang in there a bit, Kira. We'll get you all fixed up. Just, hold that towel tight to your chin." Tensing, Hayden lifted Kira off the floor and took her over to her bed where he laid her down gently. "Be right back," he whispered, hurrying to get another towel, drenching this one with water before returning to her side. "Alright, time to clean up." Smiling reassuringly, he took the bloody towel from her hands and used the wet one to carefully clean some of the blood away from the wound. Luckily, it'd begun to clot and he could clean at least the worst of it away without fear.

"The doc will get you all fixed up in a minute, Kira. He's good at this sort of thing." Hayden smiled again, trying to make Kira feel better, even in her addled state. At least, he knew what he said was true. The guy might be despicable, but his medical skills were unparalleled. That much was obvious...

Hayden chuckled softly, shaking his head even as he continued cleaning her wound. "Well, I guess that means you don't need any reassurance, do you?" He smirked, noting that even out of it, she still had spark.

"If you're done chatting it up with the patient, Rutherford, I have a wound to stitch up." Dr. Hakan was in a bad mood now and would rather be anywhere but here. He definitely wasn't in the mood to put up with Rutherford or his antics any more than the girl and hers. Roughly shoving the guard aside, he paid no attention as Hayden reached out discretely to take her hand.

"Local anesthetic," he muttered, giving her a swift injection. He waited a bit, testing the site until she didn't respond. Without a word, he started the stitches, completely business-like in his manner, never speaking again to either of the two while he worked.

Before long, he was finishing up and tacking gauze over the area for protection. "There." He stood and packed up quickly, heading for the door. "Rutherford? Finish up here and leave. And no funny business like last time, alright?" Smirking darkly, the doctor exited the room and practically sped down the hallway, leaving a blushing guard alone in the room with the 'patient.'