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Fact: If James Kearney died he would not be alone.

Fact: The people who let him die would wish they'd never been born.

Lesser Known Fact: Grapple had invested a shitton of money into the wounded fighter, so his treatment would be top-notch and a league above that of the other participants. Why? Because money is great incentive, and Grapple had a lot of money.

Already there were GAIA-CLASS people running around, people calling people to tell people to tell other people to buy flowers, cards, chocolate, porn, video games, movies, and whatever else teenagers liked these days. Bakumaan or ******** bladed-top game that was.

"Clear the way! Clear the way! Get that woo-woo snake f** outta the hallway! Clear that foxy lady, put away those kissing interns, THIS ISN'T GREY'S ANATOMY PEOPLE!"

High-class patients, oi.

The reporter and cameraman looked towards the two and smiled. "I think we are done here... perhaps I can bring someone else in, we have enough for our segment." The reporter explained before she exited the area while pulling out a black cellphone.

It wasn't long before a single man entered. This man had a bit more character to him, in the fact that he had a shaved head and was over six feet tall. On the sides of his head he had what appeared to be a Celtic tattoo. He wore a pair of black sunglasses, and the same type of suit over his obviously muscular frame.

"Hello... I'm an adviser of Shinjiko Enterprises... more importantly Tous Shinjiko himself. He sends his regards... despite his current business affairs of this first round of fighting." The large man stated, his voice rough. "May I see your son?" He asked, his arms folded over his chest. He had yet to mention his name.

Vince's eyes had just recently slid shut after awaiting the loud-mouthed females company but never receiving it. His mind had begun to wander, thinking that this whole infirmary thing was actually relaxing when yet another voice interrupted him. Of course, Vince should have recognized the voice right away, but his mind was still cloudy, somewhat muddled after being resurrected. Not everything had come back to Vince as soon as he'd hoped that it would, and honestly, it was bothering him.

In response to Faustina's calling his name and her question, Vince's response came angrily at first, still unaware of who it was. "What the <********> do you people want with me now? I won't answer any more of your ******** questions, and I've taken my god damned medicine alre--", at that point, the dragon's eyes had snapped open, a familiar scent having drifted into his nostrils. His eyes studied the female intently for a moment, narrowing as he came to his realization.

"Faustina..? My dear, I apologize for my words. I'm just agitated." Vince looked the other way and spit, shifting himself so he was sitting more upwards before looking back in her direction once more. His eyes returned to normal, no longer trying to figure out if it was really her or if someone else was trying to ******** with him, which seemed to have been the common occurrence over the last night.

With a slight hint of concern, Vince spoke quietly, trying to make sure no one over-heard him in the busy room. "What brings you to seek my company? Surely you've heard that I was slain, and so you must have known my mood wasn't going to be good at all."

Interrupting the dragon guy and the woman's conversation Kenji would walk up to the man.

"Lieutenant Dan, I got you some ice cream!" He said as he wave a vanilla ice cream cone back and forth.

As Glen dealt with his troublesome vampire victim his attention was stolen away as the Infirmary exploded into activity. With a quirk of a brow and an apologetic glance at Miss. Ryft, he grabbed a shell shocked intern from the fray before he went to go deal with the madness.

"I apologise miss Ryft but I have to go deal with this..."

He turned to the intern; the frail women looking like she might collapse under the stress.

"You may remove Miss Ryft's restraints but she is still under strict bed rest till I return...Also, call security so she can make her statement. The first round seems to be ending and I don't want her attacker sending another victim my way."

With that the good doctor was off with a flutter of his pristine lab coat to assist the massive rush of injured. Quickly, he catalogued the most severe to the most mundane. Like a favored wind amidst a storm of chaos, Glen dolled out orders like the leader he was predisposed to be.

"You three, go see to the man bearing the swords about to pass out down the hall."

He partitioned two orderlies and a blood splatterd mage who looked like she could handle herself to go help the man known as Omi Barsait. The orderlies where required to help support the large man while the mage was to address his immediate injures. The fact that he'd made it to the infirmary on his own gave him enough reason to believe the man, though needing significant repair, was not at risk of death.

The man with the broken nose would simply have to wait his turn as well as the fox women completely refusing treatment. What was left was the high profile competitor who had just been brought in sporting massive injuries. To him is where the good doctor would go as well as a team of ready mages.

As the paramedics placed him in the ER Glen immediatly set to work addressing the fighter's wounds. Just as he'd worked on the elf, Glen set about rerouting the blood flow of the open wound back into proper circulation. Using a pair of bulldog clamps he would delicately widen the stab wound and remove the life threatening dagger from the fighters lung.

"IV."

Once free of obstruction the healers went about doing what they did best which was quickly infusing the man with their white magic to close the open wound in his chest. The knee, once an afterthought, was also dealt with as the skilled physician removed the dagger with a similar method letting the mages wrap up the healing process in a far faster method than he could accomplish on his own.

IV placed after the doctor had deduced the patients blood type; the grappler would stabilize under Glen's skilled hands thus saving Grapple Co. a a** load in endorsements.

"Get him into the ICU while I go check on the man down the hall."

Not much passed by the good doctors eye without him noticing it, not within his own ER of course. As he made his way to assist Mr. Barsait Glen placed a gentle hand upon Faustina's shoulder stopping for a short moment. At first the sight of him would be quite shocking as those glaring frames darkened any distinguishable features from the good doctor. His whole being seemingly receding into the background it would only be once her eyes adjusted to looking directly into the glaring lights of the ER that she would see the clam smiling features of the physician.

"Miss please, the waiting room is just to your left. I'm afraid that's where you'll need to stay for the time being. He's been though quite alot and needs his rest."

Dispite any outrage from the dragon, Glen would be off before any rebuttal could befall him. In mere moments he would be in the room checking Mr. Barsait's condition.

The jingle of metal against metal rang as an IV bag swayed back and forth on it's stand. The red contents swirled around inside, slowly coming down a tube attached the bottom. It was thick and dark. The tube spun down the hanger which the the bag was tied to, finally ending in the forearm of the fighter passed out on the stretcher. Despite the massive trama that had been dealt to her back, and the small scratch on her side, she laid on the damage, her chest facing up. Her garments were worst for wear, the sleeve on her right arm, where the IV was placed, torn away to make room for the needle. Her hood was tucked behind her neck, to show her fair face, jet black hair messed in chaos, some of it strewn across her forehead, ears, shut eyes, and pillow.

The wheels of the bed scratched against their ball bearings, wobbling back and forth until they came to a halt inside one of the many brightly lit rooms where doctors were rushing back and forth. The first round had just come to an end, and it was possible the infirmary was getting overwhelmed. Xybier couldn't tell, her eyes darted under their lids as she fought to hold onto the life she had. She was stabilized for now, so it would be awhile before she had someone to see her and heal her.

[ @ Kenji: rofl heart ]