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Faythee flew back and hit the wall with a sickening crack, Urania standing her ground as her wings stretched, keeping her in place. The second everything died down, the roc made her move and rushed past everyone, walking carefully past the injured patient, and made her way to the sleeping form of the headmaster. She sat down at the foot of the bed and ignored everyone else, now lamenting the broken comb in her hair. She opened her fist and sighed at the sight of the bleached dust in her palm. She broke her favorite comb! It was ivory and beautiful and something she treasured greatly. Her hair shifted slowly to a melancholy group of greens, navy and black, mourning her hair piece. She was still too lost in her thrall to notice anything else, but it was fading slowly as she was close to her 'gold'.

Faythee pushed herself back off the ground, pointedly ignoring the Elemental teacher and staring brokenly at the trashed infirmary. If she could cry she would. Everything was in shambles! Glass broken! Tools scattered about! Papers floating in the air! The doctor! She let out a soft sound of agony. He hated her! She shook her head harshly, small pieces of bone flying off the exposed skull she wore. Her hands rubbed her eyes harshly and she dropped to her knees. He hated her! They were supposed to work together and he just insinuated she wasn't cut out for her own existence!
She turned back to the teacher and stared at him for a moment before speaking, her usually cheery voice laden with sorrow. "Why? Why would you do that? You could've grabbed us! She's in a thrall!" She growled loudly, moving about the room, trying her damnest to clean up the mess left in the winds wake. Tools were placed harshly on tables and papers slammed on the desk. "Do any of you understand what a thrall is?!? Beasts in thrall will KILL to get what they want!! And what does everyone do? ACT AS IF IT's NOTHING."
She paused in her movements, dragging the needle from her lip with a sickening giggle. She stared straight as she kept laughing, letting the thread unwind and glide through the wound. All she could do was laugh! It was no use being mad at this point! The doctor hated her, Urania was slipping from her thrall, the kindly professor trashed her work room and sent the doctor over the edge! Really! But who let a succubus be a doctor?! That's like telling a banshee to be a delivery doctor! They would go over the edge in an instant! She moved back to Drake, ignoring the presence of the other nurse in her wild thoughts, her eyes darkening to a blackish opal in her flurry of emotions. With swift movements, she closed the other wounds, cleaning away the leakage and wrapping the wounds after.

Urania stood quickly as things were slammed about the room. She stared up, the dust forgotten as it fell to the floor and was whisked away by the soft breeze let in by the broken window. She took a quick look to Vincent and tried to calm herself, moving to help Faythee clean the room. Her eyes were still glazed as she moved, her hair slowly lowering and a blush of shame crossing her cheeks. She lost herself to a thrall! She... That was the lowest she could go! She placed bottles back in order and placed out a combination of certain pills for the healing man. She breathed slowly, lowing her temperature but heating everything as Faythee remained in her frigid state.
It was only minutes before her thrall died down and she pulled the frazzled nurse to her, petting the shorter's hair and whispering something to her. They stayed like that for a moment, Urania nodding her head to Vic as the dog passed and mouthing that she would inform her later. Faythee pulled back, her eyes a cloudy grey and a feather in her hand. She walked over to the Headmaster, taking his temperature and caring for the other as she tried to relax. Urania took the lull to pet Vic slowly, careful of the raised hackles and apologized, scratching behind the dog's ears and running her fingers down her shoulders. She had a good amount of explaining to do to Vic, but first...
Urania slowly rose, making her movements visible by all and walked over to the dragon, meeting his eyes with a dark glower. She raised her hand swiftly, motioning to slap the other but let her wing move instead, blowing the fire from the doorway with a heavy burst. She lowered her hand and her wings, letting her shift flow over her again, returning her to her normal state. Inhale deeply.... Exhale deeply... Inhale- SLAP!!!!
Urania shook herself off and sighed, rolling the shoulder that she'd just used to try and knock some sense into the other professor. She exhaled again and relaxed herself into a calm stance, motioning to the girl in the doorway that everything was fine.
"So, care to tell me why you thought it was a good idea to trash and INFIRMARY? Or why you thought it okay to attack someone in a thrall?" She paused, a condescending look gleaming in her Cheshire smile. "You do know what a thrall is right? You are a dragon?" She didn't wait for his answer as she turned her attention to the shaking girl in the doorway. She would waste no more time looking at the other, seeing as he couldn't have a good reason as to why he would react to a thrall like that. She walked past the other, a bright smile on her lips, her eyes secretive.
"It's okay, darlin. I'm sorry to scare you. I'm Urania, the Astronomy teacher and, normally, friendly neighborhood roc. What's your name?"

"Pretty sure this isn't something they put in the brochures, is it?" Her soft giggle cut the air like a knife, the tension draining from the atmosphere at her calm and collected demeanor. Faythee, who had spent the whole of the outburst preparing a bed and setting back out her tools of trade. True the room still looked horrific, but she could make do with what she had! Calm, measured steps were taken over to Vincent's prone form, her shoulders back in a sign of control. She could control the situation. Besides... Urania kicked up another vision. This was one she would be damned if she didn't help with. It was her job!
She pressed a chilled hand to Vincent's forehead, gauging the wound and checking for his pulse. She counted to herself softly, a hand waving a fidgety Urania away as she attempted to get closer in worry. She smiled at the whining Vic, a calm hand gently rubbing behind her ears. "Don't whine like we've lost him! We will lose him at this rate!" With a wave of her hand, Urania rushed into the medical room, washing her hands and preparing fresh bowls of water. She would heat them later when necessary, so she pulled out several wooden and metal bowls.
Faythee carefully lifted the other into her arms, a show of hidden strength, and carried him to the bed she'd made. She laid him down carefully, signalling for Vic to come lay with him. Urania turned the nurse quickly, stitching her lip back together with nimble fingers. Once her job was complete, she retreated to another part of the room, cleaning things up. She had a lot of work to do to fix the damage her thrall caused. Faythee, on the other hand, smiled softly to Sabrina and waved her closer.
"I'm so sorry! I never got to truly meet you, dear! I'm Faythee! Faythee Stod, the nurse practitioner here!" As she spoke, she waved softly to Sabrina before connecting an iv, having gone through the necessary files and made the slight adjustments necessary. She placed a heartbeat monitor on Vincent's finger, letting the sound of the soft beats wash over her. True soft beats weren't good in the slightest, but it meant he was alive and she could save him. So she would do just that! She got to work removing the headmaster's clothing with trauma scissors, she would buy him a new suit later if she had to. She would not risk a patient's life for something as stupid as expensive clothes! She pulled the fabrics away from his body carefully, minding his head as she moved things about.
"Before you say anything deary, call me Mrs. Stod or anything of the like and you get no lollipop at the end of this!" She, again, giggled softly as she moved his hair back to check the bleeding wound. It had already been stitched shut? And ripped? What kind of wound is this? Wait... Faythee spun on her heel quickly, raising an eyebrow at the woman who had started heating the metal bowls. Urania nodded softly, shame coloring her face and Faythee ignored the coloring. Thralls weren't controllable and often shameful for the creature involved. Especially for a proud bird like the roc. Just as quickly as she turned, she returned to Vincent, rag of warm water in hand. She began clearing away blood as Urania went to clean up the shattered glass with her talons.
"You can call the crazy bird over there whatever you wish, but I suggest against honorifics. She may be a proud son of a gun, but she enjoys being approachable and, well, less of a professor and more of a guide or aid. Can't say the same for your other teachers, though! They can be crazy, the lot of them! Can't tell you how many times Lucian or Copeland have been in here with gashes or poisoning! They should have beds dedicated to them! But hey, it's all part of learning and growing, isn't it Urania?!" Faythee had just finished restitching the wound and began dressing it as she shouted to the roc, who was at that moment hauling triple bagged bags of glass to the door. The roc turned around with a playful glare and stroked her long hair for emphasis.
"Are you making a joke about the time a kid blew up my room and my hair?!? How dare you!" Urania made a playful swatting motion at the other before hauling the bags away, returning later with a large industrial floor buffer for the burns she left in the floor. Faythee administered a shot of morphine into the iv as she switched out the bags, placing a fluid iv in the other arm as to keep the blood transfusion and liquid iv on separate arms. It healed faster and was less of a strain on one arm. Faythee wiped her brow and smiled to Vic and Sabrina.
"Other than a mild concussion, he should be fine. He's been given a transfusion for the lost blood and a liquid iv has been started to keep him chemically stable. The wound is closed securely and wrapped to prevent ripping again, and morphine has been given. That's all I can do for this kind of damage! Power restoration is a heavy burden on the body, especially when the body has been without the strength for so long! It's like muscular atrophy, nasty and takes forever to combat!" She leaned back and sat on the bed behind her, taking calming breaths. Wow. That took more out of her than she thought!

Faythee chuckled and shook her fist in a joking rueful way. Like a super villain whose plot had just been foiled. She hated being called Ms. or any variation of the title. She wasn't married. She wasn't that old for her race. But hey, she wasn't going to tell such a respectful and cheery student otherwise. She was a gentle, quiet, young child, one who was willing to help and didn't talk back. Thank her lucky stars for that. It was the end of the first week and she'd already had one too many cases that were life threatening. Which reminded her...
WHERE THE GOOD TARTAURUS WAS THE DOCTOR?!? He'd left a day or so ago, leaving her, Urania, and Vic alone to deal with the bull that seemed to flood the broken room. She flopped back on the bed, sighing heavily as the Headmaster began complaining about eye pain. She was a Nurse Practitioner! Not an ophthalmologist! She could cure illness, numb pain, give transfusions and close wounds. Not diagnose neurological, optical, reproductive, nor endocrine disorders and issues! She gave out meds and kissed booboos! Not tell a person he's sterile or inform someone that a nerve center is pinched! She was so lost!
She shook her head, covering her eyes with a loud, painful sounding groan. No no noooooo! She couldn't do this with only another nurse and a semi-useful arrogant bird! She wanted to kick and whine like a petulant child. She almost did it too, when she was interrupted with another groan from the headmaster. She waved one of her hands about oddly, motioning at the light switch and the hanging curtains. This was almost exactly like a hospital, only lacking in the ambulance and constant police and agent presence.
Urania waved back, making a soft trilling noise as she made her way to the curtains. She began to pull them shut, dimming the area around the bed. With swift hand, she administered another shot of morphine into the iv, meaning to ease the pain and let the headmaster rest until the doctor returned. Neither she nor Faythee could diagnose anything like this, so they were left with easing his pain and making sure it didn't get worse. She stepped away from the curtains, closing them behind her and letting the two within rest as she then made her way to the lights. She flicked the lights quickly, sending the whole room into darkness, well mostly darkness. Light still filtered in from the broken window, the shutters having been closed while she was over there.
She sighed heavily, leaning against the door frame. They needed the doctor. She needed the doctor. She fell for Vincent... She entered a thrall... She shook her head, self loathing and paranoia from her mind. Something on her cheek dragged her attention, causing her to turn about and catch sight of the silent figure by the waiting room door.
"Goodness! Hello! Can I you, darling?"

Vincent coughed quite a bit, before looking over at the doctor. "Doc, I can't see out of my left eye.." the head master murmured softly. He was rather weak, and trying his best to stay calm. But, he just wanted to rest. Besides, he was so backed up on things he needed to get done, and he could hardly even walk. "I don't even know what's wrong anymore. I'm just so tired, and it hurts to move.. or, breathe.." he explained weakly. The God simply closed his eyes, and coughed a bit more.

Vincent grunted slightly as he attempted to sit up. He took in a deep breath, and laid back again. Pain shot through his whole lower back, all the way up his spine. He winced, and looked at the doctor. "I'm honestly not sure. It's as if I'm laying on glass, and I'm just weak. I was told they were only headaches, but, this seems much worse. I've been fainting on and off, and now I can not see out of this eye." Vincent pointed to his eye, and coughed, sending another sharp pain up his back. He leaned forward a little, losing his balance, and grabbed the side railing of the bed. The God began to cough loudly, before laying back again.