Hand of Fates

[Emmelin]

Upon entering the clinic, the young devil would cause a bit of an uproar. Her body placed upon the door as she would act of any normal person whom was injured. Heavy breathing, lidded eyes, tears in her eyes. her right hand still clutched at her side with nails digging in. Crimson droplets upon the floor as she would groan and cry out. "Please! Someone help! So many are dead! I-I they need help!" The sweet tone of her voice with body hidden falsifications. How cruel she was to pull at heart strings. Yes they were dead, but the reason of death was her. The blood splayed had been a fault no more than her very own. How twisted of her to get help from the injury that came upon the death of over a dozen souls. Oh well, she didn't really care. It was their own fault, they knew the risks of being in the military. Although it wouldn't be in vain. Well not for her anyways. Their sacrifice was a gain to her master, Lucifer. One that wouldn't go in unnoticed for the purification of this filthy world. How she hated it, these selfish people. Even now as she was bleeding they were slow at reacting. It was fine. maybe she would burn this place down after. After all, it was already christened with her blood.

Inwardly was a face so angry it could kill. these pathetic people didn't know what they were doing. After what seemed like an hour of waiting, a man with gloves came over to have her lie on a bed. She was rolled to a room and the door was shut. of course while he freaked out and ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. truly what a reassuring sight. She sure hoped they had someone more competent to actually dislodge the bullet. Upon the bed she would lay, the blood seeming to cease and the skin scabbing. What a gross feeling, she wanted to bathe.

At last the slow workers appeared and wheeled her away again where they offered her anesthetic. Of course she'd decline. The people begging with her to accept. After an hour of arguing they gave up and began the procedure. Metal knives cut at her flesh and tissue while other devices would spread the muscles and skin, burrowing in to steal away the metal dislodges. A sort of disinfectant upon it as she would hiss softly and bite back a smile. Yes it got her excited, but she could control herself. The whole of the procedure her hands gripped at her bed. As they stitched her, she would bite her tongue and simply watch to make sure there was no funny business. Not long after she was wheeled to the recovery room, asked a few questions and left alone. Sighing, she would simply wait. As soon as she got the papers she requested she would leave. Of course she could pay out of pocket.

[Reila Tsukino]

[I can't post here until the other thread wraps up a bit...some new...developments happened involving Hild's death............]

[Csilla Angelis]

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[Aki, are you still going to do this thread before the mission? Or do you want me to archive?]

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