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Daphne shuttered under the desk as a man approached her and knelt. She peered over her bloodied arm to look into the broken frames of his glasses, tears rolling down her face. She sighed in relief at the sight of his human face.
Lumina! G-get the antiseptic!" he cried upon seeing her wounds. He was pretty beat up himself. Broken glasses, torn lab coat.
She cried out softly at the sight of his creature companion. Daphne could tell that it is female, but there are no other distinguishing features that she recognizes. Never has she seen a creature like this, yet it extends its clawed hands toward the doctor to hand over a bottle of iodine and some bandages with human-like compassion.

"Than- she starts, when a familiar voice interrupts her. "I wouldn't trust that man if I were you. He's mad you know, a criminal, Dr. Addler, monster doctor," it was Leonard, an acquaintance from the lab. He was one of the team members who translated the script on the artifact. Daphne had spoken to him a handful of times while writing the enchantment for the weapon, " "Him and his Genesis Project, as he calls it, injecting his black goo into corpses, creating monsters like this... thing here. He's probably in league with those... things out there. Maybe even sabotaged the project for all we know. I'd check what is in that bottle if I were you."

Dr.Addler muttered under his breath, "I-If you are so c-concerned, then why d-didn't you rush to h-h-help? I-I assure, is only a tincture of iodine and alcohol, if you don't trust your eyes, then trust your nose. We got to make sure that bite doesn't get i-infected."

Daphne looked over the doctor for a moment. He seemed so plain, nothing like she had envisioned the monstrous doctor Adler to be. For a moment she hesitated, pulling herself further beneath the desk. Leonard peeked over and recognized her small frame and large glasses from the shadows, "Daphne!? They got you too!? ... Well, there goes any chance of a counter-spell from outside," he sighed as he plopped into one of the lab chairs. Glancing over at the doctor, he snapped, "Well, make yourself useful, heathen, treat the poor girl already! Owe us that much for your monsters almost getting us killed!"

Daphne had heard many stories about the alleged monster doctor and his bastard project. They told tales of monsters that he had created. Things that belonged only in nightmares. He was a pariah of the scientific community, but brilliant nonetheless. Until now, he seemed more like a vague character from a horror movie than a living, breathing person.

Still shaking, she pulled herself out from under the desk and hopped on top, using her right arm to lift her tiny frame sloppily, until she was sitting upright. She glanced at the doctor, then over to Leonard, and back to the doctor. His creature loomed over her and tilted her head. With only a slight distrustful nod, she gestured for the doctor to continue his work on her arm. The alcohol and iodine burned. She watched him quietly as he picked debris from the wound and wrapped it, her blood soon staining the bandages, but the bleeding was slowing. She felt dizzy and sick to her stomach. As the doctor finished, she felt her stomach lurch and leaned over the side of the desk where, thankfully, what appeared to be a wastebasket sat, and emptied its contents.
Wiping her face with her sleeve, she peered over her glasses at the doctor, "Th-thank you... I'm sorry... I just don't know what's going on..." She turned to Leonard, "Where are we? What are those things?!" as she spoke she began to hyperventilate, "I can't die here, I have to get out of here," she began to rock back and forth, "I'm just a scientist, I am not meant to be in places like this. I am not supposed to be near the monsters."