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He lifted a hand and pointed to his shoulder; he traced a circle around the bandaged area. "A result of the former conflict I had with that demon. You remember, don't you?" He reached the finger to his chin. "You also got a piece of me, when you kneed me in the jaw." His eyes narrowed slightly. "I know you must rememer our own little tussle." He stepped fully into the surgical room; however, the assistants were wary" He took note of this, once he glanced at each of them. He lifted a hand, and patted down the air. "Don't worry, I'm just a friend. We haven't known each other for long, but would it be alright for me to speak to her." He raised his brows innocently at the employees, as he waved his hand back at the doorway. "You can stand right outside the door if you wish."The personel each glanced at each other, unsure of the situation, but willing to comply. "She needs to be transferred to a resting room. You can follow us there." a man said. Then he motioned his hand toward Sana. "It's completely up to her if she wants to speak with anybody. We usually only let family, or close friends visit the patients. If she wants you gone." A stern, solid noggin nodded at Hatchet. "You're gone."

Hatchet nodded his head politely at the man. He waved his hands in-front of him, so as to assure any request to leave would be honored... Even though it wouldn't. "You have no protest from me." His smile dissipated. A solemn expression was his ticket in. He turned his head to look at Sana, and threw up his arms in submission. "Is it okay, Sana? I'm not quite sure you have any clos friends, or family." There was just a slight tough of sadism about his tone.