Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130913011303/@comment-11588669-20130922152342

Nox sighed, his anger pushed away by concern.

"Come on, Tianee. You die from this...well, the end results aren't going to be pretty." He admonishes softly, picking up speed.

He reaches the medic hall rather easily, and shouts for a healer. Quickly arriving, the man asks for any diagnostic Nox can give him.

"Possible internal bleeding, broken nose, severel bruised bones and possible brain trauma." The armored student shoots them out with haste. He hands the girl off to the medic, and follows him to a work area. Giving one look at Tianee, he lowers his head in shame. He turns to the medic, and says one thing.

"Whatever you need, just ask." He walks out, intending to find his equipment and come right back.

He finds it where he left it-in the same room as the spar. The scarred student walks in, grabs his bags, and walks out towards the VR room to reclaim his weapons. With the same procedure, the former Mercenary sprints back to the hospital. To find Tianee in good care.

Sighing in relief, Nox sit's down on a bench and pulls out his flute from the bag. Bringing it up his lips, he begins playing that same melody for when he needs to calm down.