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The doctor agreed to help, and Pandora's relief was easily visible on her face. Not exactly sure what he would be doing, though, she kept up her own activity, protecting the patient's heart, lungs, and other vital organs as best she could. A few syringes later, and the odd observing physician was muttering to himself, or perhaps to her. It was hard to tell, though she took note of what he was saying when she could follow it. Whatever he did first sent the young man under, and slowed the progress of the poison as far as she could tell. At any rate, it became a good deal easier to fight off.

A nerve-attacking compound? Such things were but footnotes in her textbooks, however much she had enjoyed reading them. As far as Pandora could remember, such a thing meant that it would affect the brain and spine, maybe something about motor control as well? That frankly sounded absolutely horrible. She didn't know what was meant by 'paraplegic,' but it certainly sounded grim, and she redoubled her efforts, even as the doctor mixed something else and injected it in several places. The poison began to dissipate, and Pandora exhaled with scant-contained relief, removing her hands from the patient's temples even as her erstwhile observer began a more detailed examination that would not do her a whit of good.

She was about to stand when she was assaulted with a series of mental images, and she suppressed a groan. Not now... wait. Pandora abruptly stilled and trained her attention onto the images, and her eyes appeared to focus elsewhere entirely.

There was... a laboratory of some kind. A mixture of chemicals lined the shelves of one wall, organized in some way she could not understand. A hunched figure stood at a table, mixing things with names she could not pick out from the labels. All she was aware of were colors. The figure's face was darkened, making even something as simple as gender inscrutable. Sound was curiously muted, and even when another person walked into the room, this one with a much straighter bearing, she could not discern if any conversation was had. A distinctive scent pressed upon her nose, but she tried to ignore it and get a better grip on what was happening.

A glass vial passed hands, and the second figure gave a sweeping bow before exiting. Pandora, aware that a certain amount of control was afforded to her in these images, followed, passed through the door as if it were not there, but the figure turned the corner into an alleyway and disappeared. Hurrying after it, she too made a left, but what met her there was only blackness.


Blinking, Pandora was suddenly conscious of the present much more, and became quite aware of the fact that her patient was now without cover of any kind. She wondered if maybe the doctor had left him that way on purpose, but surely not. She should be clinically comfortable with things like this, and though she wasn't about to make a stuttering fool of herself for the second time that day, she did retrieve a blanket and spread it over him. No point in catching something from the slightly-chill air in here. She listened to the physician's summary of the situation and shook her head slowly.

"So someone really wanted him dead, I guess..." a trite observation perhaps, but it was not as though she did much trauma care. It was still a little hard for her to understand that people really did deal with death all the time. "I think... this might sound a bit crazy, but I believe that whatever did this was made using something red. And something yellow, but a much smaller amount." She tried to recall the exact proportions she had seen, but couldn't do better than a guess. "And three drops of something clear. The result was clear as well. It smelled like... strawberries." The young healer chuckled mirthlessly. "Figures, something that awful would smell nice, doesn't it?" She wasn't too good at meeting people's eyes, and it wasn't as though that mask made it any easier to do so, but she attempted it anyway. "I know that sounds stupid, and it's probably not even useful, but I'm good at imprecise, intuitive things, not... this." She gestured vaguely, encompassing the patient and the man who had saved his life when she could not.