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Imara White

The only sound coming from Imara as she walked into The Center would have best been described as a growl. Annoyance was flashing over her face as she glanced backwards to make sure the male that was dragging her here was indeed still stalking behind her making sure that she didn't turn for the care.

"Mathias, I'm FINE! How many times do I have to tell you that this isn't needed?" He was being a worry wart...again. Okay sure, her left hand was wrapped up. Sure she had managed to slip with the steak knife and slice straight into the flesh between her thumb and her forefinger but it had stopped stinging. Hell it had nearly stopped bleeding.

As long as she kept it over her head.

"This is over kill..."

Mathias White

The tall, almost wall of a man that hovered behind Imara could have as much been her body guard the way he used the lean bulk of his body to almost encase her in a bubble. So maybe he was being a bit on the overprotective side - a touch. But, the wound wouldn't stop bleeding and he knew better than to tempt fate.

"Overkill is better than it getting worse," He said, his voice calm, though anyone who took a look at the tall man's face would know that the tone was not at all the truth of the matter. His eyes were darting everywhere to find her a place to sit while they got her checked in. He even went as far as to grab all the paperwork required and start filling it out for her in a somewhat - overly practiced reflex.

He'd done this for her enough times to know the majority of the answers by rote, even though the worry was evident in the way he stood, how his shoulders seemed to keep tensing and relaxing as he let out a low breath.

"You say you're fine but it hasn't stopped bleeding and I'm not taking chances," He said as his tone took on a hint of concern. "So you can tell me a thousand times and I'm not going to buy it.

Liam Blackwood

Truth be told he'd been feeling sick the last two days, slowly it had been getting worse, but he'd done his best to hide it so he could continue to help out around the orphanage - he was needed. But at eleven at night he was walking himself into the clinic, still in pajamas, as he sniffled and glanced about slowly. It hurt to move his head and he just felt drained and too tired, or sore, to move.

He could have waited till morning and talked to one of the older adults, not that he was really an adult himself, but he didn't want to admit to being sick...and he didn't want to burden the orphanage with the cost of a doctors visit for him. Here he knew it was free, he'd heard about it from people in passing, and he was hoping that he'd be able to get checked out and maybe some medication for free....he had his fingers crossed.

More coughing and sniffling from the eighteen year old as he went to sign himself in. He really felt sick and miserable - really miserable. But at least he was here and he was adulting right now. He was handling his own health needs, after trying to shrug it all off failed of course.

Ignacio Araya & Raina Araya

Perhaps, thankfully, Raina did not notice all the attention she seemed to be drawing for her presence. She was too busy being frustrated about her hermano's and his amor's continued insistence on poking at her. And here she thought Arra might be on her side on this!

... That was probably a mistake. Of course he'd take his boyfriend's side they were--

She grumbled nonsense to herself as Richard leaned down to look at her eyes, but used to this song and dance by now, she cooperated. Raina opened her eyes just a little wider and let him do as he must. Her pupils might have been a little dilated, but otherwise, her eyes looked fine. They definitely looked better than they had after the initial impact. "If I had brain fluid leakage, which I don't," she shot a glance back at Ignacio, who wasn't actually looking at them anyway for some reason, but she let it go, "wouldn't my bump have gotten bigger? It's gotten smaller."

She really didn't need to be here--

Ignacio could have sworn he felt eyes on his back and glanced around to catch a woman facing the side. Was she lacking an eye a lot like the other guy across from them? What was with all the eye loss? Something about her form seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place what. He didn't have any friends that he knew of with no eye. Couldn't have been a reporter, could have it? Maybe it was someone from the neighborhood...

While he fumbled over the options in his head, he suddenly got distracted once again by a ticking sound, and his eyes rolled over in the direction of the desk. What was that nurse fumbling with? Why was it ticking? Was it a watch? Was it a video game? Was it a bomb--

Why would it be a bomb--

Raina's eyes shifted in the direction of the ticking too, but unlike her paranoid brother, Raina shrugged it off. "Probably just a video game, hermano," muttered Raina, noticing he seemed confused. Richard had mentioned games. Maybe she could play one with the nurse... "I wonder if she plays Kart..."

Ignacio looked to Raina, and let out a quiet sigh. "Yeah, right." Still, he couldn't help looking back at the nurse. ... If that was a game she had been playing, she decided to stop playing it rather quickly.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Maybe their nurse would be out soon.

Mathias finished filling out the paperwork and dropped it off at the front desk, with her cut being so... minor... in comparison to some of the others who seemed to be in the waiting room - he kind of figured that it would take them a bit to get to her, not that it was a big deal - but still - he'd worry.

"Oh we both know that," He said with a wry smile, trying to relax a bit, his hand moving to her upper back to rub it gently in absent though. "I'd never expect you to call me your hero for something this small after all. And no, as much as I'm sure Fergus would love you have you around the house more often, we both have too much work for you to be laid up if we can help it."

His free hand rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he eyes flicked over the room, not really seeing anyone in particular, but trying to take in the room as a whole. He hated hospitals, especially after recent events.

Xi-Wang Zhào


Dressed in dark green, black, and navy plaid pajama bottoms and an overly long dark green shirt Xi-Wang looked like he was wearing someone elses clothing, and maybe he was, but the plaid pajama bottom and solid colored top while matched did not match the halloween sock he wore that peeked out from one of the black shoes he wore. The other foot lacked a sock...for some reason.

He looked like he'd rolled out of bed and grabbed the first bits of clothing he could, and maybe he had...his hair did look rather fluffy and messed up.

What had happened had been that Xi-Wang had decided to try and make something in the kitchen, after taking a long nap, and still tired and barely conscious he'd slipped in the kitchen and slammed his foot into the bottom of a counter. He hadn't noticed the blood, just the pain, till several minuets later when he'd spotted the red streaks on the floor.

He had taken a look at his foot in the kitchen and it hadn't looked good, the cut looked deep - too deep. He could see layers, he would swear it. So he'd managed to get a cab to the free clinic rather than wake up Nischal or Jason and worrying them and having them take him to the hospital. He didn't like the idea of waiting till morning, and finding out he should have had it stitched.

Looking around, already twisting at some of the fabric of his shirt his wide dark eyes looked around at everyone. The place certainly wasn't empty....he wondered how long he'd have to wait....he really was sort of hungry...and tired - still tired. He'd slept for hours, coming home from work and crashing in his bed, and had woken up and noticing the time and how hungry he was he'd gone right to make food...and then this. He was hungry.