Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140630053902

Nox looked at the timer. She had...two minutes left until he went in.

I hope she's alright...I don't think I cou-

A clatter alerted him to something that was wrong. The first thing he did was grab the first aid kit. Then he opened the bathroom door, nearly praying to whatever god was listening that she be alright.

What he saw was his worst nightmare. Nixia was bleeding heavily from two ghastly wounds on her arm and stomach. His eyes widened as he assessed the situation. Immediately, he shut off the water, and knelt down in front of her. The supplies were removed, and he wiped away the blood. Anaesthetic wasn't needed, but a blood stimulant was. He pulled the syringe from the kit, and pushed it into a vein on her neck. The tiny hypodermic needle penetrated, pushing the liquid into it.

The next thing he did was stitch the wounds closed. His hands never trembled, his mind going into a medical mode. But with every stitch, he grew more and more worried. But he put it out of his mind, knowing he was a competant medic. After all, if he could take someone apart...why not put them back together?

As soon as that was done, he wrapped the wounds in after wiping away the blood and drying her off. The male carried her to the couch and set her down, returning to the bathroom to pick up the knife. It was still bloody.

This was the last straw...he didn't even know if he registered when she did that. So he slammed it point down into the table in front of her, going back to the table and slamming back another shot of brandy.

The merc was probably going through the whole bottle tonight.