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~Mikhail

"Thanks."
He was undoubtedly grateful for the distraction gifted to him as the Weavile went to work cautiously tending to his own wounds and blocking out the rest of the world around him. Once he was finished though and went to place the rest of the roll back where he saw Lucy take it from; he became pale white with from the sight he as he lifted his head. Cascading from the nearby operating table was an indescribable amount of blood; Eira flat on her back with a gaping hole present where her once minor wounds once were. Her eyes were open but void of all life and Lucy had both her claws wrapped around his guildmaster's now visible spine.
"WHAT THE ******** ARE YOU DOING?!"
It took no more than a second for him to appear at Lucy's side, clench his claw into a fist and deliver it directly to her face. As soon as contact was felt though he looked around in confusion. There was no more blood drenching the floor and Eira's soft breathing could once be heard again. He looked down at her to find that the operation hadn't even started yet and slowly backed away from the table before any more damage could be caused. It was all an hallucination...
"I-I'm sorry..."
He apologized, in a barely audible voice as his blue body caved in on it self and took the form of a ball in the nearest corner of the room.
"D-Do you have any more of those pills that you gave me last time I was here?"
His voice was pleading and nearly overcome by tears. Yeah, sure, stop the doctor as she is preparing for surgery.

~Mikhail

Mikhail only gave a simple nod as he picked up the bottle thrown at him off the floor after it smacked him across the side of the head. Before he even felt comfortable moving he quickly undone the top and tossed his missed day's worth of medication into his mouth. He truly was sorry for his actions even though they were obviously out of his control. Without another word he calmed himself down enough to slip out of the room and into the nearest seat in the waiting room outside. The medication wasn't exactly amazingly fast working but he figured he should do fine as long as he closed his eyes for the moment and tried to stray from any more stressful situations.

When Cecil came to he was somewhere very very familiar by now. It was the hospital. He was heavily bandaged, his right arm practically tied against his side so that he could not move it. His chest was wrapped with so much dressing that no fur was visible. There was a small amount of blood on the edges of some pieces as well as on the white sheets of his bed, but they came nowhere near to revealing the true seriousness of his wounds.

He was suddenly rather concerned about his injuries, especially the one on his shoulder. That Skarmory's Peck had been strong and precise, though he had managed to steal some of its momentum with a partial block of his sword. He hoped that his sword arm would recover. If he can no longer fight, then it would mark his failure at what was his life's purpose.

A now-familiar Milotic saw that he was awake and slithered across the floor to him. The water-type did not seem happy. His tone said as much.

"Milllooo. You can learn moves if you see another perform them, yes?" Cecil was surprised; he had never heard the quiet Milotic talk before, and his voice, that of a young boy, didn't seem to match his large serpentine body.

"Yes...?" He answered as much as asked.

"I am about to heal you. You will Sketch the move Recover from me."

Cecil shook his head in alarm.

"But I am not allowed to-"

"Now. You come here too often and you have no means to heal yourself."

Suddenly the 6-or so meters of sea serpent that was Crescendo looked very menacing and scary indeed. Cecil did as told.

It wasn't too long before Rion had found his way to the hospital with the still shivering Isaire slumped over his back. He entered through the doors, and carefully laid her on one of the beds before inquiring about help.
"Hello? Is anyone here? We need bandages," he called out, looking to Isaire's paws as they began to crack again with blood seeping through her clotted fur.

Rion listened as he heard hastening footsteps coming down the hallway. He watched as the same Weavile that had called the announcement came around the corner, and immediately spotted him and Isaire. As the Weavile put the blanket over Isaire, he adjusted it so she would stay warm, and looked to the Weavile who seemed to be the nurse.
"Her paws are really bad. Bandages would probably help," Rion said, putting a paw on Isaire, a welcoming sign to feel that her shivering had calmed down some.
"How long do you think it will be before her paws are ok? Will she be able to walk," he questioned, only growing a bit more worried with every question that popped into his head.

Rion watched intently as the Weavile took out the bandages, and began to wrap Isaire's paws.
"I guess that's good. She just couldn't keep herself warm and moving. She almost froze," Rion said, looking at Isaire who was again curled up under the blanket. It wasn't long though, with her paws being worked on, that Isaire began to stir, a little more life showing through her eyes as she struggled to open them.
"Wh-what's going on? Where am I," she asked wearily, trying to move.
"Isaire, stay still," Rion instructed, thankful to see that she was still coherent.