Emergency Room

The fighter carried the vampire into the emergency room, lying her down upon a wheeled bed and then quickly calling over some of the medical staff on duty. It wasn't long until Mika was taken into a room for treatment, during which Sen would be made to stay outside.

Mika Shadokyoku gasped in pain as she was laid on the bed. As soon as the staff was called over, they immediately started to rush her off to surgery.

"Doctor the patient specs." one of the nurses said handing the head surgeon a file. The surgeon looked over it and nodded. "Alright people listen up, we got ourselves a Nox Sanguinesse, keep her sedated at all times, and whatever happens do not remove her eye patch." the surgeon said and the staff nodded. "Alright people lets get to work" The surgeon said and began operating on Mika.

4 hours passed before the head surgeon came out of the O.R and walked over towards Arishima "Are you related to the girl you brought in?" he asked folding his arms.

"I'm her fiance," he lied as he stood there and watched the Doctor. Close family members were always allowed to know what was going on, strangers weren't. He wasn't entirely sure why he was still there, so he had to assume that he wouldn't waste his time by leaving before he had made another ally or enemy.

"Can I see her yet?"

The doctor narrowed his eyes slightly and opened the file "You're her Fiancee?" the doctor asked and looked back down at the file then back up to the Arishima. In the doctor's mind, he couldn't understand why a normal looking person would want to marry a Vampire, but he had no proof that the man in front of him was not the girl's fiancee "She is stable, so we moved her to recovery" the Doctor said "She is allowed visitors at this time but I doubt she will be responsive" the Doctor said.

"Thanks," he said while stepping out of the way of the doctor and going to 'recovery' as specified. He followed the signs, reached the ward, then checked all the rooms until he finally found the one in which Mika lay.
He stepped inside quietly.

Mika Shadokyoku lay in her hospital bed breathing normally. She looked like she was in a completely restful sleep. However upon closer investigation, it would be seen that she was actually restrained to the bed by chains.

Sen made his way over to the sleeping vampire, then made to prod her lightly until she woke from her slumber. "Why are you restrained by chains and metal?" He would ask.

Mika Shadokyoku stirred slightly and slowly opened her right eye "M-Master R-Razure?" she asked as she looked around. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. She quickly tried to sit up but the restraints on her wrists prevented it. She started to panic and breathe heavily. As she looked around the hospital room she saw Arishima and blushed deeply "Wh-Who are you?" she asked as she wasn't able to see anything at the time he had saved her.

"Call me Sen," he replied while peering down at the chains binding her to the bed. "Did the Doctors chain you here? Why?"
He let his fingers run over the metal, even taking hold of it with both hands just to see if he could rip it apart. After a second he stopped trying.

"I brought you to the hospital, now I suppose I'm here to make sure you got treated properly."

He supposed she had been healed, yes. But treated properly? Definitely not.

Mika Shadokyoku sat back and trembled slightly again "I don't know why i'm chained up" she said looking towards Sen. "I don't want to be here" she said in a panicked voice "Please, I want to leave" She said trying her best to pull the chains off but she couldn't do it.

The fact she was chained to the bed terrified her. She began to panic more and more, desperately trying to break the chains and leave. "No, No!!!" She screamed suddenly "I don't want to be here!!" she yelled with a look of absolute terror painted on her face.

Daniel Moonlight arrived at the emergency room at Wing City Hospital and had surgery on his arm

Daniel Moonlight The arm was unfixable because of the damage done by the brute and had to be replaced with a cybernetic arm equipped with a built in health detector and blade. They operated on his arm and connected the servos of the Cybernetic one to the nerves of the shoulder and sealed it up. He came out of surgery and had to get used to making sure his arm was charged everyday and that he made sure his health was good. He was relieved that they gave him a arm that worked well and had perks to it. He then got in a bus and took a ride back to gambits bar so he could work his shift for the day.

She was rushed in through the doors of Wing City hospital on a stretcher, her fingers grasping onto the sides so hard that her knuckles turned white. The staff were not surprised that she was still awake, after all the gas they had given her. She had heavy gauze on the wound, though it still poured blood. So, so much blood. She should have been dead by now, this pretty woman in the sundress, who must have been walking down the street minding her own business. But she wasn't.

They rushed her toward the emergency room, where they were going to operate on he. There had not been an exit wound. The bullet was still in her.

Wing City Hospital, the Emergency Room. The pallid man's suit would be the most snazzy apparel in this place, if it was not cluttered with giant smudges of soot, and fair patches of dirt stains. The ghastly smell of burnt flesh circled his person; if one took a wiff, god-forbid, the few nats hovering about the wound would be sucked into their nostrils.

Hatchet stared insie the room, and a reasonble scowl of disgust wiped over his face. There were people in here; there weren't lines and lines, but one single group of about 15 individuals. They were qietly moaning, and groaning, and crying out for care. Some were sedated, others having a hard time to stay awake period, due to the severity of their wound. Then all of a sudden, a loud screech from the wheels of a stretcher could be heard all through the halls. Hatchet snapped back his head, and peered at the entrance to the Emergency room, to see what the ruckus was about. A young woman, with red hair.

Hatchet's eye widened when he saw her, but only briefly, as he was abruptly shoved out of the before the stretcher was carted down another hall, and into a surgical room. "I was wondering where you-" "Sir! You're in the emergency room! Please come with me to be treated, yourself. That burn looks nasty." A thin, middle aged woman excalimed, as she snatched Hatchet by the arm, and dragged him in the same direction the cart went to. He lokoed down at her. "Why must you-!" He was jerked forward again by the woman. "It's nasty, nasty, nasty. It smells like rotten eggs. I can alread see that you haven't done anything to nurture it!" she snapped. A serial killer was being jerked about, and scolded at like he was child. A child who could grind your bones to make his bread. Hatchet was furious, yet he decided to be rational, and have his wound treated to the fullest. It better be treated the fullest, or else she'd be the one getting a good scolding.

the stretcher went to*

As she was wheeled into the room and placed gently onto the operating table, cutting off the clothing around the wound, which really meant the whole dress. They tossed a surgical sheet over her, put in an IV in her arm, along with an oxygen mask if she went under shock and stopped breathing.

The curtains were drawn as the surgeon went in to operate on her and take out the bullet. The heart-rate meter beeped to fast for the first minute or so, then slowed to a normal pace.

About half an hour later, the staff pulled away, and a bloody bullet clanked onto the metal tray. They pulled their masks down and stripped off their gloves, peeling back the curtains to reveal the fiery-haired woman in a hospital shift, now with stitches across her abdomen. Her eyes were distant, but she was still alive. She was also still awake.

During the whole operation.

The nurse continued her tirade of how Hatchet was an irresponsible scoundrel. And stupid. Unfortunately for him, the limb she was tugging was the one that retained the burn. Each movement made Hatchet cringe. If it wasn't on the route to infection, and horribly amuck with small sproutings of puss, then he would have already back-handed this god-forsaken female.

As the nurse strode passed the entrance of the surgical room, which contained Sana, Hatchet stumbled about after her and clutched his chest; his hand was placed just below the soldered area. Hatchet only had a short second to to glance in the room, as they cut into Sana's stomach. He tried to tug back some to hopefully pdelay the nurse's stomping, but was to no avail. His head jerked passed the doorway. In a flash.

She toko him into a small room. Three hospital personell entered the room. Hatchet furrowed his brow. "What is all this?" he inquired, his voice filled with suspicion. The nurse squinted her eyes at him in protest. "Don't worry, we just need to dissinfect the burn first, and then we need to clean it, and then we'll put a bandage on it." she answered him sharply. "Why are there three of you to do just that?" he asked, but the nurse wasted no time in answering. "Because, when an idiotic ninny, like yourself, doesn't take care of something likethis before he comes here, then that individual can be certain the care will be more painful!" The nurse was having a time with him, and she knew it; a slight smirk managed to reveal itself for the briefest second. The personnel placed their hands onto Hatchet's shoulders to hold him steady form the coming disinfectant. He snapped his head from one side to the other, as each man and woman. "If you don't remover your hands from me-" his voice was low, and calm, but he still didn't get the chance to complete his sentence. A gasp of pain escaped his lungs as a cold liquid streamed down his shoulder, and then the disinfectant. Colorful eyeballs nearly bulged out of the poor bastard's skull. The whole procedure took half and hour, due to consistent interruptions from Hatchet himself.

After that was taken care of... the nurse began to drag him out of the room, and back down the hall. He finally whipped back his hand, out of the nurse's grasp. She jolted back in exclamation. "What are you doing?!" Hatchet glared at her silently, and walked to the entrance of the surgical room. "I'm checking on a friend." he said, before poking his head in the doorway, and knocking on the open door. "Sana" he mused with a pleasant, melodical voice. "Is that you?" A simple, seemingly sincere smile spread over his face when he allowed his lense to zoom in on her face.

The woman lay on the surgical table, her fingers still clenching the sides, when Hatchet came up to her. Her green eyes darted up to meet his own red and blue ones. She recognized him so clearly that she panicked. The heart-rate meter began to beep rapidly, and she tried to move. Morphine was pumped into her veins as a result, and she relaxed soon after, too doped up to panic, but too wary to allow herself to sleep.

Eventually, a hand came up to slide off the oxygen mask. She breathed easy, trying to stop her mind from whirling. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, eyes still dancing with confusion and worry.

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.

She narrowed her eyes, looking at Hatchet with a wary glare. She listened to him agree with the medical staff, but she knew at once that he did not mean a word of it. To avoid trouble, she nodded weakly.

"It's fine," she told them in a weak, whispering voice, reassuring them, "He can stay. I would like to speak with him." she said, bothering to give the smallest smile. She then turned her eyes back to Hatchet, and they narrowed still before she waved the staff out of the room.

"What is it you want?" she asked him. "I don't know what even happened. I don't know why I'm here. I know I got shot. I don't know how. I'm not well, so please try not to bother me too terribly."

Hatchet shook his head, adn waved his hand in reprisal to Sana. "No, no, no. I only noticed a friend in need, is all." He titled his head with a comedical pout on his face. He creeped over to her bedside, and clasped his hands together, as he made a scrutinizing glance over her body; however he couldn't see most of it, since it was covered with a blanket. Only a slight outline of her figure. He lowered a hand down to her arm, and made the attempt to trace his fingers lightly over her skin. "You were shot, though?" His voice was distant. He pondered for a moment. "What were you doing, before you were shot?" he asked out of simple curiosity.

Creep.

That was Sana's thoughts, anyway, as he moved closer to her and stretched his fingers out to run them across her body. She extended a slow hand to catch his wrist and hold it up, away from her. "You call me a friend. You hardly think of me as such, though, don't you?" she snapped tiredly, trying to get herself to sit up. Experimented bodies were beautiful things. They clung on to the will to live so strongly.

"All I remember...is opening the door to the police station. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, bleeding, outside, with some guy screaming."

"Well now.." Hatchet's face lit up instantly when she grabbed his wrist. He reached his other hand over to his wrist to pat her. Rolling back his shoulders and straigtening himself up. He cuffed a hand over his mouth, before he cleared his throat. "These are sneaky times we live in, Sana. Friends mean everything to a.. An individual, when we live in sneaky times." He snapped his free arm up, and pointed a finger to the ceiling; the arm of his suit flexing. "As I always say, 'There is a time for everything...!'" He exclaimed briefly. Then his voice lowered. "And the time for friends, is now, Sana. Otherwise, you end up getting..." He glanced down at her stomach, and lowered his hand to hover over the blanket. It was only inches above. "...something run through you." He flicked his wrist, and extended his finger at her face; his hand was still only inches above the blanket. Subseqently he curled his wrist down, and puppeted his fingers to 'walk' on the air above Sana's body; they were inching closer to her face. All the while he snickered and smirked.

That insinuated too many things. Whether he meant claw or anything else, she was instantly uncomfortable. She let go of his wrist in a flick, instead using her hands to push herself up and turn away from him. The blanket edged off, but she caught it in time. However, Hatchet would be able to have a good view of her back, where a certain something seems to of been missing.

"You've got a way at finding me when I'm vulnerable," she said to him venomously. She tried to get her feet on the ground, but she was overcome with dizziness. She sat back down, arms folded around herself gently. "You want that other guy you were fighting not too long ago. Correct?"

Hatchet was first memserized by the extra portion of skin he was allowed to see. "Mmm." He hummed under his breath. It was only after he released a short snicker that turned into a smal, slight grunt of confusion. He cleard his throat again. That was embarassing. He was a bit.. concerned with himself that he had just partaken in that particular action. 'Grunting.' He pointed at her back, and was about to inquire her about it; however, his thoughts were immediately stricken with distaste. "I want him dead. That is correct. Why would have any concern about that? You're not working with me.. Not yet." An anxious smile came about his face. He folded his arms over his chest, as he awaited her reply.