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Nodding to Malodore, Jericho fumbled with his phone a bit, ready to give the nurse's office a call. However, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed something glowing nearby. When he turned to look, he saw a glowing bug resting against the wall.

There.. weren't many glowing bugs he knew of that weren't linked to Cricket.

Then again, he didn't really know any glowing bugs personally. Furrowing his brow, he moved on over and carefully picked up the centipede. No harm in trying.

"Go tell Cricket she's needed here ASAP," he instructed before turning towards Mal, "Hope that works."

Riley had almost fallen asleep, curled up on the floor as they discussed with one another the best way to contact Nurse Cricket. When she heard the distinct voice of the nurse, however, her eyes opened wide in sudden alarming shock, and she tried to sit up before she thought any better. She only got a few inches before the crystals reminded her that moving was a bad idea, and she slammed her head back down on to the pillow, letting out a string of drow curses that would have made an elder blush.

Finally, even though her face was still pressed into the pillow, she responded to the nurse as efficiently as she could.

My apologies for the sudden summons, Nurse Cricket. I need.. help.

The phrase alone sounded foreign and almost disturbing, coming from her. There was no formality to her tone, she was not requesting assistance politely - no. She needed help.

Annoyance aside, Cricket at least was professional enough to approach the..mess that had been forming in the room even before she'd been requested. It truly was a mess, and somehow it seemed even then Cricket was annoyed she'd been called for. None the less, she approached the Mindflayer with a certain confidence that.... probably came from knowing that the worse she could do by not being meek was have to fix something she she was capable of doing.

Meekness was not something her craft rewarded kindly.

"I would have much preferred to know what I should have been expecting to see quite a mess when I arrived." though really, she wasn't phased. Then again, this was the woman who had built herself back up after being devoured by fish due to a sinking ship, so perhaps there was some merit to her thoughts.

The nurse nodded to Malodore when it spoke. "In this case, it was much smarter to call on it." she said, possibly praise for the ability to read the situation, but none the less, she remained standing as she looked over her current.... 'patient'.

"This is..." her fingers barely touched Riley's back, or perhaps they simply had no presence at all to them as she looked over the injuries that....were oddly placed. The ghost touched one of the crystals as well, pulling her hand away when the edge of it pressed through even her ectoplasm, causing it to throb and knit itself back together in living retaliation. "I am not assuming much in this......" she motioned to the crystals, unsure what to label them as entirely, "development..... is responsible in some way, correct?" She looked to Riley to answer this question, needing the confirmation from as direct of a source as she possibly could.

Strangely, it almost felt as though Cricket's hand was.... well, weightless or not, the touch alone seemed to prod against the flesh in a gentle manner, as though 'pulling' something away from it - sadly a skill that would not be learned in her FEARhealing classes.

As Cricket came in, Jericho backed away to let the Nurse get a better look at Riley. He stood by, with a worried expression while he waited to see what she was going to do. The Nurse seemed far less than pleased to be here, but at least it seemed that wasn't going to stop her from doing her job.

Shifting his attention to Riley, he furrowed his brow and lowered his head somewhat.

"Two weeks... I came the night Arel called for the meeting," he said, "I've been staying at Barth's place the entire time trying to get a hold of you somehow.."

Christof was shuddering where he crouched, scrubbing forcefully at the increasingly wet but cleaner carpet, surrounded by the smell of fumes.

Two weeks and he had just trusted her to be alright... trusted that if there had been a problem she would have called for him... he had tended to Malodore diligently, hadn't he? He had assisted with Miss Amrita and.. and they had a contract. He was her Igor as much as any of his other Masters- more so in his mind than even Barth much to the Sloth Demon's contempt. But she hadn't even texted him. Hadn't wanted him there. She didn't trust him.

All he did was try to earn her trust, try to make her see him, but she didn't need him. What good was he to her here, when it would probably be better to just replace the carpets altogether? She could afford it. It wasn't that big a deal, but there he crouched, desperately trying to hide his face, and blame his streaming eyes on the clouds of chemical vapors that drifted up from his industrial blood removal recipe.

Finally. Something was getting done. Riley could easily ignore all of the pain, because it meant healing. She laid still as a board, and Nurse Cricket never heard so much as a peep coming from her the entire time. In fact, whatever it was Cricket was doing to her felt ecstatically better than how her back had felt before. Calling for the nurse had been a really good idea. After all, she had been laying in constant pain for two weeks, according to Jericho and Malodore - a fact which left her lost in confusion.

How could it really have been so long? She murmured, turning now to look at her Malodore. It didn't.. I don't believe I was conscious for most of it. The sense of guilt laid heavy in her heart at the idea of them all camping in Barth's room, waiting for her to come home. You shouldn't have done that. She whispered.

The crystals themselves were responding differently to the infusion of Fear. They had been constantly turning, but Cricket's touch made them still, succumbing to the greater power. Their gentle humming and glow faded as well, and their positioning hardened into a more solid shape. There was even a thin, almost invisible membrane of Fear that only showed itself when Cricket's glowing centipedes passed near it. Whatever it was, was responsible for holding the crystals together in the shape they were currently in - which, as the Crickipedes pulled away and inadvertently illuminated the membrane fully, was most assuredly the shape of wings.

Malodore was increasingly torn between abject fascination at Cricket's work and concern for Riley - of course it was worried about her, and wished her the best, but oh watching Nurse Cricket work was thrilling. "I had thought FEAR-healing would be the only method of treatment, but what little I know is either antiquated in method or wholly untrained. I would not dare risk it on another," it murmured in response to Cricket's impromptu teaching.

The flare of guilt from Riley, however, focused the plague doctor's attention wholly on her once more. What else should we have done? Other than broken down the door thirteen days sooner, truly... Its gaze flicked up to the crystals.