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"You do far more than simply measure up, I promise you that," Savage said, moving his head back to her neck, and restarting the series of kisses that he'd started before Emily had interrupted.

Natalia smiled and leaned her head back as Vandal began kissing his way along her neck. ”Really? Well... you certainly know how to make a girl feel special.” she purred. Her hands slid back up his body; her fingers gently grazing across his skin as they traveled up his back and to his shoulders again. One hand found it's way to the back of his neck, and her fingers gently ran through the back of his hair.


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The hallway was far from easy to navigate. There was no sign that indicated what the rooms were, or how to get to a certain room. It... didn't look like much of a hospital either.

There were doors lining the wall across from the Count, stretching down the length of the building. There were a few plaques on the wall above the doors, all in about the same condition as the hall itself. Old. Worn out. In desperate need of an update, and sadly seemed to lack the funds needed to do so. The outside of the building, and most likely the main hall and public area were probably the only areas that were cleaned up and presentable draw customers. There was even blood on a few of the doors and doorhandles. Stains that had sank into the wood and metal too far for any cleaning products to wipe away. The place clearly lacked what was needed to make it a decent hospital.

The rooms behind the doors weren't much better. They were cleaner, of course, but there were still smears and pools of blood that had stained before they could be cleaned away. There was a clean hospital bed towards the back wall of the room... and older model that wasn't used much in hospitals any more. Same with the wheelchair that was sitting in the corner of the room. Again, an obviously low budget hospital that must have only been a quick or last resort for the injured.

A dresser was moved against the opposite wall. On top of it was an old washing bowel, gloves, and a bedpan. Inside the first drawer of the dresser were patient aprons and a clean pair of scrubs. To the corner was a spare hair net and a facial mask. In the drawer below that were bandages, wraps, and other items needed for injured patients should their old wraps become too bloody.

Natalia hissed though her teeth as her head was pulled back suddenly by her hair. It hurt, but not enough to make her angry. And... as Vandal had guessed, her hiss slowly slid into a satisfied moan. Her fingers curled as she purred, letting her nails send their own sensation down the man's spine again.

Natalia smiled and rand her hand back up through Vandal's hair. Her other hand slowly traveled back down his back as she sighed contently. It again came to rest on the rim of his pants, but this time became a bit more explorative; dipping down between the material and his skin.

The Count looked around. He was lost and had little idea where everything was. He could not find a disguise like this. It was the moments like this he regretted letting the thugs follow her. Now he had to find Emily all over again which to be fair would become a lot easier soon. Sure the floor had blood stains but new blood was always easy to spot and from the look of her jacket the blood would start dripping soon. He simply had to wander until then. Of course if a doctor got to her he only needed to find them. He began opening doors left and right but found nothing so he stopped to think.

"If I was a girl- bad start.... If I was bleeding badly and needed help where would I go. The front would draw unwanted attention and I don't want my employer to know of the wounds. I would need to know somebody, or make a good bribe to keep things off the records." The count mumbled to himself as he moved over to the dresser and went through it. He put on the scrubs and broke his bow down placing the parts in the quiver which he wrapped to look like a normal wad of bandages. With his disguise on he set out to find Emily again.

"Alright." Edmond said before going into the third room. He felt like a glorified man servant. Simply told what to do. It was far different then being a vigilante but as long as he looked like a nurse he had to act like one. Once he reached the third room he opened the door and stepped in shutting it behind him. "I was told I could help." Edmond said setting the bundle that contained his bow and quiver on the ground. He made sure his face mask hid who he was just enough. He had only heard specifically heard about a gunshot victim and Emily had been walking to perfectly for that. This doctor was the largest lead he had on finding her.

"Rough," Savage replied, standing up to allow his pants to hang a little more loosely; they didn't fall because it was only an undone button, not the zipper, too. "Otherwise it's just not as much fun, is it?" In reality, he didn't have too much of a preference, but it was always better if the woman enjoyed herself, too.