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"I'm circulating his blood myself to keep him alive. If I was to start his heart before addressing the trident I'm afraid your son would end up pumping the life right out of himself."

Glen smiled at the couple only to take a breather from his work upon the elf his one hand placed upon the man's chest acting as a surrogate heart. It seemed that the infirmary was being flooded with non medical personal.

"I'll ask that anyone not specificly here to do the job of helping the sick and dieing leave. There is a waiting room in the corridor to my left. "

It was then that a gaggle of orderlies entered the ER and began ushering out anyone who did not belong. As with any hospital reporters and parents would have to wait till the patiences where in a stable state before visiting. The fact that the healers had let the elf's parents in was a massive breech of protocol.

As the orderlies took care of the non medical personal, glen turned his attention back to the boy. A crash cart had already been brought to his side as the elf's lack of pulse was very apparent. With his free hand he grabbed the paddles for the defibrillator pack and placed them against the Elf's chest.

"CLEAR."

The Jolt was sent directly into the elf's heart, guided by Glen's steady hand. Using his technique he was able to stimulate the cardiac muscle back to life with a slow steady rhythm. He was still keeping the blood from pumping out of the three massive puncture wounds under the elf's ribs, but it looked as if the trident had nicked a lung as well as the poor man's liver. Placing his fingers back into the boy's wounds he used his hand to guide the regeneration process as he knit the gaping wound that had damaged the lung. It was a grueling 15 minutes as he patched the rest of the elf's wounds. All the while a nurse was pumping life giving oxygen into his lungs with a ventilator.

With the heart pumping once more and the wounds patched for the moment, the steady momentum of the rise and fall of the Elf's chest would return. He would be unconscious for a while yet but due to the fact that Glen had pumped his blood while his heart was out of commission would spare him any ill effects.

"He's not out of the woods yet; he'll need surgery to fully patch up those wounds in his torso. For now we just need to watch him."

Glen had not missed the sounds of Catlyn's cries, nor that of the vicious dragon that was destroying the bed he was confined to. Perhaps some company would quell him in the long term. The doctor casually walked over to Catlyn's bed as he changed his gloves, before picking up her chart once more.

"Good to see your up, I think we can remove those restraints now, but promise me you won't get up and I'll have the nurses place you next to your dragonic friend over there."

He was as charming as ever with his clam demeanor and looks. Though those glasses could never let anyone remain wholly comfortable in his presence, as if he was looking right through you.

The reporter was about to say something but instead was forced into the waiting room. Her fingers pushed through her own hair as she took a look back to her cameraman then to the parents.

"You stated it was not his idea to enter... if that is true, why enter him?" She asked rather bluntly.

The woman listened carefully to their reasons, giving a nod of understanding. "There are other ways to get those results, I'm sure. If you were him... would you now strive to continue to get better even knowing that you almost faced death?" The reporter asked, a mere hypothetical role reverse question.

Again she listened to their words with eager ears. Intriguing.

"How well do you know your son... would he do either of those things? I believe he merely plans to go back and continue mining to scratch together some sort of wealth." She explained. And how she got her information was rather secret, it helps to work for people who monitor a majority of people on a daily basis. "I mean, that is what he was doing prior to GTB."

"From what was left on my bosses desk, the Black Sands area. I believe that he believes that he must do whatever it takes to get money to support himself." The reporter explained with a shrug. All this coming from a reporter, imagine what kind of insight someone higher up and not in the media realm could shed on the dire situation.

Catlyn liked the idea of joining the big man and being in his company. She was drawn to people with strength or power like a moth to a candle. She also liked the idea of having the restraints removed. Freedom would be nice, but she wasn't allowed to leave the bed? That simply wouldn't work.

She mumbled something under her breath, then nodded at the doctor.

"Ok, I won't get up, but... there's a bit of a problem."

She glanced away for a second, trying to hide her mild blush. She hoped he would ask, he was a doctor after all. It was his job to address any problems his patients had.

So, her eyes cut back to him pleadingly, as she continued to face away from him. Her body was stiff from being held in such a stationary position for so long. She really wanted to get up, but she would follow along with the doctor for a moment longer.

Hurry up and ask me, a*****e!

"Damnit, I keep tryin' to tell you people, no! No sedatives or painkillers!"

Robyn's southern-tinged voice would fade in to the room as she limped inside the medical area, her tone rife with anger and annoyance. A couple technicians from the field followed her, waving various needles and begging the girl to lie down. Her arm was already in a blue sling, and her leg was splint, but the instant they'd tried to jab her with medicine, she'd pushed them away and gotten up, half-hopping her way along since her right leg still doing just fine.

It was like fighting a swarm of bees or something, seriously. Angered, the fox girl halted suddenly and turned around, causing the fellows to nearly run into her. Her hat was off, sweaty and damp hair plastered to her forehead, but nothing shadowed or otherwise hindered their view of her eyes. While her usual bright green was still mostly dominant, bright red swirled in and out of the iris as well, flickering in and out like so many flames.

"You ever think that when an obviously not-normal person tells you not to do somethin', they might have a good reason? Do ya'll wanna die?"

The technicians were speechless, and she took that chance to continue hopping along inside. If one were to take a closer look at her injuries, they'd wonder how she was still moving so easily. After all, she did have a small crater in her arm, and her leg was obviously damaged as well. But it was also easy to notice the grit of her teeth as she fought the excruciating pain. She'd heal up fine, eventually, and in way less time then most people. She figured a week at the most, and she'd be good as new. Less, if she could speed up the regeneration. That was what took the longest.

And even through all that, she still had no idea if she'd won the fight or not, since time had been called just when she might have been able to do some damage.