Paint It Crimson

Doc just stayed quiet, he was a little uneasy about everything that was happening. For the first time he found out they were rebels, or soon to be rebels. A spy somehow got into the base and knew all about two of their members. Fel seemed to know the russian and he called her 'ghost'. Though he was taking in everything that was happening he still couldn't comprehend it... shouldn't Dalia have known he was inside? He thought she was in charge of that... then again where was Dalia?
He was brought out of his thoughts by a rather hard hit to the arm. He rubbed it lightly and noticed Fel was leaving so he just decided she wanted him to follow. Slowly he turned and walked after her until she walked into a room. Did she really want him to follow? or? He debated for a second before knocking on the door, "Fel?"
 
Fel contemplated just yelling for him. But eventually she stood from her bed walking to the door. She opened the door looking at the doc for a few seconds. Eventually she turned stepping to the side to let him in. She lifted the sheath, pointing the handle of her sword toward a door in the corner. "In there." Her voice was softer than usual. Her head was turned lightly downward, simply waiting for him to pass her.
 
He waited a few seconds before figuring she didn't want him to follow and was about to turn when the door opened. He smiled and greeted her with a "Good morning." and a mostly sensear smile but was a little unsure of what he was supposed to do. For a few seconds he just looked at her while she stood before him not really doing anything. Really he wondered what this was about... it was quite strange to be in her bedroom. Well at least he thought it was her bedroom.

When she finally raised her sheath and pointed at the door he looked over. He figured she wanted him to look in the room to the side but something made him stop walking to it. What if she was supposed to kill him? He might have not been supposed to find out the team was rebels... maybe they thought he was investigating it? What if they thought his weakly appearance was just an act? He shook his head, no they weren't going to be... 'painting her closet' like that. He sighed and decided he would trust her. He made his way to her door and started to open it.
 
She simply walked to the other side, grabbing her body suit off the floor and retreating into the bathroom. When the doc opened the door he would be greeted by a plethora of medical equipment and supplies. Item's befitting everything from nurse to surgeon, there was no shortage. The only thing that seemed to be standing in between him and the items would be the two other hospital beds that Fel had crammed in there. Both of which had four leather straps that would be used to restrain. Just inside the door, at the doc's feet there would be four more straps, presumably the ones that had come off of her bed.
In the bathroom, Fel had removed her fatigues and was beginning to slip into her body suit.
 
As Doc oppened the door he was surprised to see a couple of hospital beds and enough medical supplies to last a hospital almost a year... Slowly he started to pull things out, one by one, and looked at them closely. Each time he kept note of what was their and what was still left to uncover. After almost thirty minutes he finished with a smile, just about everything he would need was here. He stood up and looked back at Fel with a smile and a nod "Thank you Fel, this will do nicely."
 
She had exited the bathroom at around the 20 minute mark. Simply sitting on the bed as the Doc pulled items from the storage room. She gave him a... weak, but genuine smile as he thanked her. She gave an uneasy look to the beds he had to pull out. She found herself standing, walking over to the book shelf and removing the solitary book. Don Quixote and retreating to her bed with it. Sitting on the edge she opened the book, possibly trying to drown out his presence by occupying her mind. Or possibly just trying to keep herself from looking at the hospital beds in the room.
 
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