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Occupation: Head Doctor of the Center of Healing and Medicine [CoHM] , one of the 9 Officers of Serpent's Kiss Age: 3707 Demon Type: Enenra [Smoke Demon] Ability: Smoke Manipulation, Barrier Creation Interactions: Glumisun Palma Cristi, Avaddon De'Angulis Mentions: Azrael Blackthorne |
The hospital compound was already flocked by newscasters and other journalists who wanted to know the scoop. To the head of this area, it was surprising that they sniffed out the incident faster than most officers of every section in the city. The medical staff had to bring up a barrier to keep those nosy people away, as well as keep their patients safe. Knowing how the paparazzi worked, there would be a lot more injured after the news reporting. The Serpentine Ghurkas were also in the vicinity, keeping peace and the desperate enough out of the main building.
Pitcher has already prepared the operations room as well as the rooms where the three leaders will be resting on. Knowing her own would be forcing herself until she loses her consciousness out of exhaustion, she also prepared a tranquilizer dart and has contacted the second in command. When news from the first ambulance came in that the leader from Ravinca escaped, she took a deep drag from her pipe.
"Do they really think that they know more of their body than the person trying to save them?" she mused out before puffing out the smoke. At least the said leader was clean. It was a wonder what attracted the female population less than 30 to that male. When the second one came in, she hid her pipe and called in the attention of the medical staff. "Be prepared. Glumi is already operating and would continue it after rushing the patient to Operations. Sedate, secure and be alert." Wearing her surgical mask, she, too, was prepared.
What came out of the ambulance was not what she was expecting. Rarely have the leaders turn into their demon forms. This... this black chicken... Avaddon? "Miss Pitcher," Glumisun called out as the medical staff wheeled in the Black Rose leader. This had the doctor snap from her shock.
"I know," Pitcher stated, leading the smaller female to the changing room to get into scrubs and continue the operation. At this point, it was Pitcher who continued. "Did you give him the drug?" Sterilization was in order.
"Yes. He is already clean of the virus but I do think his mental health might be affected."
"That is the least of your concern. Right now, we have to close up what you did and sterilize the wound. Give the chicken some blood transfusion and hope that his mind was not affected by the infection permanently."
The operation went on for 8 hours - checking that everything is clean and stitching the wound. Since they cannot give Avaddon a potion to completely heal him as the current drug in his system would just render it null. What Glumi did was out of protocol for human operation but is considered alright for demons. She took out her flute and encased the shoulder and most of Avaddon's torso and arm in ice.
"Is that alright?"
"I have seen him do it a couple of times in training back then," the red-head explained, removing her mask and slowly got off the scrubs as Avaddon was wheeled to the private quarters. They, too, got out of the operations room and were on the lounge area. "With that finished," she chirped out as if they were not in a life and death situation. "I might be heading to check on Sir Azrael for now."
Placing her hand on Glumi's shoulder, Pitcher grinned, splitting her face in two. "Not so fast, medic-san," she smirked. "Rebellia would be coming to pick you up. As a doctor, I advice you to listen to him and both of you go back home to rest."
The leader's expression said it all - wide eyes, gaping mouth, a tint of pink on her cheeks because she was caught, rigid body. "B-but... We still need work to be finished," Glumi stated, wincing when Pitcher's arm dug into her shoulder.
"Do you want to let him tie you on your damn bed... again?"
"I'd like that."
Glumi's automatic answer had Pitcher laughing and the leader blushing and trying to shut her up. "M-miss Pitcher!" she yelled out as the wide-mouthed doctor kept singing 'Nue and Glumi sitting on a tree...' It was childish for both but a welcome one nonetheless.