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"Oh, I'm sure he's busy with the rush of patients coming in. Must be the end of the first rounds," Carolyn says

The aide of Shinjiko Enterprises would find Thurgood unconscious, but his eyelids are moving a little, as they would on a normal person in the REM stage of sleep; his heartbeat would be steady, and his oxygen saturation would be at about 83% due to his lung damage though, but stable for now, awaiting possible surgery.

“We told you to rest a few days last night, you didn’t listen and look what happened.”
Medics who where on station from the night before chided Joseph as he re-entered the infirmary.
His shoulders where sliced up, blood oozed out, dripping down onto the floor. His abdomen was charred and cut into, the organs behind the flesh starting to fail. Staggering around Joe crashed into a wall, the blood loss from his fight finally affecting him.

“I saw your fight. To be honest, you shouldn’t even be standing right now. Whatever you have going on in that body of yours that keeps it going under that much punishment, seems to have finally given out.”
A doctor from across the room said as he walked over, and helped the fighter get to a bed. “If you go on because of pride, just remember the story of Icarus. You’re libel to repeat it.”

The doctor called for a small staff of white mages to come see to the fighter, before leaving to attend to his other patients. “This time listen to people! Rest you ignorant s**t.”

There was a gash on the left side of her forehead, all purple and swollen. So she thought she'd stop by and have it looked at, make sure there was no trauma. The blurry vision in that eye had cleared, she didn't have a headache, but the lump on her head felt really tender.

A check-up, some treatment, and she'd be back in her room watching tapes and enjoying actually having a hotel to stay in.

She went to admissions desk or wherever new patients check in.

"Erm... can I get this checked quickly?" she said, pointing to the lump and the gash on the left side of her head. "I'd like to avoid too much scarring if possible."

After being swept from the scene of his hopeful victory by a throng of over-zealous tournament officials, Jace found his way to the infirmary.

Not an easy process, by the way. Most of the spectators he encountered on his hunt for the damn thing couldn't make out a word of his thick, rhythmic accent, until it seemed he finally encountered another American on the tenth or twelfth attempt.

Gunmetal blue eyes scanned the chaos in mild surprise as the Acadien stepped into the infirmary; some people, it would seem, had taken some serious injuries in their first round. Most of these looked nearly fatal. If they were anywhere else, they probably would have been. Was this what he could expect to be up against in the rounds to come?

"Ah.." Jace called softly to a nurse as she bustled past. The redhead passed him by and began tending to a woman who looked like she'd gone toe-to-toe with a freightliner. He didn't have the heart to ask when he could be tended to; his own wounds were minor at best. Instead the man ambled slowly along, knitting his brow, in search of a free aide to question, his fractured left arm hanging nearly motionlessly at his side.

"Where do ah wait?"

Matilda, vhere is meiner mask? I can not do surgery without it!!"

The angry doctor came stumbling from an unseen passageway into the room where Kenji now stuffed pills into his pockets. How this man had gotten into the clinic was up to interpretation, but clearly the man was insane.

Blood splattered the front of his medical scrubs. He was holding a rather sharp scalpel in his hands. His glasses covered eyes looked rather piercingly at the drug addict, watching with a keen gaze as the man enjoyed the beginning effects of the drugs.

"Who are you, herr? Vas are you doing here?"

The doctor wasn't going to wait for answers, he jumped straight at Kenji, scalpel extended.

Smiling pleasantly, a woman with bright red hair in a white nurses uniform greeted her from behind the triage desk.

"Of course! Do you have any allergies to magical healing? Our clerics on duty from the Temple of Falis can close that up without any signs of scaring if you're fine with divine magic." Standing up and moving past her coworkers to lead the woman to a nearby examination table, the other woman would be able to see a cat's tail sticking out of the back of her white uniform.

Yes, Cat Girl healers.

"Please have a seat right here. Someone should be over shortly." Another bright smile of now noticeable canines, the lovely red haired cat girl sauntered over to a crowd of clerics before returning to her station at the triage desk.

A cheery voice erupted from Adaire's side as a little girl no older then fifteen popped out from seemingly underneath the table, her little nurses armband in disarray over her dark blue and white clerical uniform.

"I'm Sooz, a Cleric of Falis. I'll patch you up in a JIFFY okay?" And before she could voice any complaints, the girl swooped in on the woman with the tenacity of youth, hands covering her wound and glowing brightly as she furrowed her brows and pouted in concentration.

In that moment Sooz looked even younger to Adaire in her eager moment of concentration and a normal person would be worried to have such a young healer attend upon them - and Adiare should be. Sooz still had a bit more practicing to do before the Priests would let her heal on her own but she'd snuck along anyway.

"Hmm, this is strange..."

... Good luck Adaire!


(( So, I'm out for the weekend. Sooz will have done a wonderful job, but you can make it as funny as you want xd ))