(One had to be careful when they start searching for answers. The ones they find, or stumble across, might not be what they want or were looking for
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The footsteps that approached the woman on the floor were slow, cocky in a way for this was his kingdom. A world of darkness and distruction that he ruled with the aid of his young apprentice Paul.
"Vell, vell," the old crooked man spoke once he stopped a couple of steps away from the bleeding girl. "I see that I has a new patient for surely someone who is bleeding should aquire...a doctor's aid?"
Ohhing softly he tsked a little in a mocking sense before he spoke again. "And so horrible a wound to. You vould be highly unwise or stupid to deny such...aid."
Kate may not like what she sees when she looks at the doctor. His clothing is old fashioned with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The apron that is wraped around his waist is bloodied by his own handprints from various patients. "Vhy, my dear child," somehow the hard smile upon his face lies to the warmness of his words, "you are in a hospital. My hospital."
"Come..give me your hand and ve shall see about...getting you help." The smile upon the old man's face was something wicked and tight.
A voice in the background tried to whisper into Kate's ear like a little moth seeking a light. However a sharp look from the man sent it away.
Kate slowly backed away, taking in his appearance. Something was wrong here. Her feet almost slipped on a small patch of blood under her feet. Just gotta hold together and get out of here. Had to wake up. Can leave if she can just wake up.
"Yeah, right. You expect me to believe that? You don't look like any doctor that would help people."
Her blue eyes briefly flickered toward wherever that voice was, but she couldn't tell what it was.
Whatever sort of calm exterior that Gottreich had was gone in a flash. His face scrawled up as the darkest of hate and anger bubbled up on his ancient face. "Stupid little girl," he sneered in that German accent of his, "you should have come easily."
A blood stained hand shot out trying to grab ahold of Kate's arm. "It is time for your medicine! I have the perfect perscription!" In his left hand was a rusty looking almost ice pick though it was skinnier. Bloodier.
The kicks did their trick but not before he moved with a surprising speed for such an old man. This was his world. He knew the tricks.
His hand came around with the lobotomy pike sweeping down hard intent on trying to pin Kate to the floor with it. "I vill find a way there! This vill not be the end!"
Under them the ground started to shake as the voices picked up. Loud and angry seeking to find any sort of justice. Plaster and dust filled the air but nothing seemed to quell the intent look in Gottreich's eyes.
Kate screamed as the pike lanced into her right thigh deeply, and she fell to the floor.
WAKE UP!
She gasped, and blinked, finding herself on the floor in her room. Blood pouring out of the wound in her stomach, and more blood trickling from her leg.
He doublechecks the bandages to make sure she won't lose anymore blood then picks her up, cradling her in his arms.
This is one of those times being an archer is useful and he's not even aware of his back at the moment, just getting her safe.
As quickly and gently as possible, he moves down the stairs to the infirmary, talking all the while,
"Kate, love, look at my eyes, look for Sherwood, she'll keep ye safe for ye're a 'ero, brave an true. My lady love, who would fight 'gainst all who stand 'gainst 'er."
As he passes through the Bar, Will calls out,
"Need a 'ealer, please, ye must save 'er!!"
Then disappears into the infirmary to gently lay Kate on a bed, talking to her all the while and never breaking her gaze.
Kate struggled to focus on Will's eyes the whole trip. Everything else seemed distant right now, and part of her knew the disorientation had to be from blood loss.
Mouth felt too dry to talk now.
There was a deep puncture wound in her leg, but the worse was the deeper wound in the side of her torso. It has just missed the vitals, but Kang had nearly run her through. Early signs of shock were evident.
Will keeps stroking her hair and meeting Kate's eyes as he talks to Malcolm,
"Tis somethin' 'urtin' folks in dreams. 'urt me night 'fore last, but she was 'urt e'en worse. I've staunched the bleedin' but she's lost so much blood. Canna lose 'er."
Anger and desperation collide in his voice, if he knew who to kill, he would but all he can do is watch his Kate suffer.
"Vell, vell," the old crooked man spoke once he stopped a couple of steps away from the bleeding girl. "I see that I has a new patient for surely someone who is bleeding should aquire...a doctor's aid?"
Ohhing softly he tsked a little in a mocking sense before he spoke again. "And so horrible a wound to. You vould be highly unwise or stupid to deny such...aid."
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Hard look in her blue eyes, something very suspicious about this old man.
"You claim to be a doctor? Where are we?"
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"Come..give me your hand and ve shall see about...getting you help." The smile upon the old man's face was something wicked and tight.
A voice in the background tried to whisper into Kate's ear like a little moth seeking a light. However a sharp look from the man sent it away.
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"Yeah, right. You expect me to believe that? You don't look like any doctor that would help people."
Her blue eyes briefly flickered toward wherever that voice was, but she couldn't tell what it was.
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A blood stained hand shot out trying to grab ahold of Kate's arm. "It is time for your medicine! I have the perfect perscription!" In his left hand was a rusty looking almost ice pick though it was skinnier. Bloodier.
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"I am not a little girl, and I'll be delivering the prescription here. Take one kick and call us in the morning!" She declared angrily.
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The kicks did their trick but not before he moved with a surprising speed for such an old man. This was his world. He knew the tricks.
His hand came around with the lobotomy pike sweeping down hard intent on trying to pin Kate to the floor with it. "I vill find a way there! This vill not be the end!"
Under them the ground started to shake as the voices picked up. Loud and angry seeking to find any sort of justice. Plaster and dust filled the air but nothing seemed to quell the intent look in Gottreich's eyes.
Kate would be his.
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WAKE UP!
She gasped, and blinked, finding herself on the floor in her room. Blood pouring out of the wound in her stomach, and more blood trickling from her leg.
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He scrambles down to her, pulling the sheets off the bed to bind her wounds,
"Kate, Kate, look at me."
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"I can carry ye to the infirmary. Just 'old on for me, love."
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"Trying. Just have to stay awake." She weakly said, breathing quickly, and her heart rate erratic. Early signs of shock.
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This is one of those times being an archer is useful and he's not even aware of his back at the moment, just getting her safe.
As quickly and gently as possible, he moves down the stairs to the infirmary, talking all the while,
"Kate, love, look at my eyes, look for Sherwood, she'll keep ye safe for ye're a 'ero, brave an true. My lady love, who would fight 'gainst all who stand 'gainst 'er."
As he passes through the Bar, Will calls out,
"Need a 'ealer, please, ye must save 'er!!"
Then disappears into the infirmary to gently lay Kate on a bed, talking to her all the while and never breaking her gaze.
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"WILL! What's happened?"
He hustles over to the bed on which Kate is lying, gives her a quick once over.
Damn.
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Mouth felt too dry to talk now.
There was a deep puncture wound in her leg, but the worse was the deeper wound in the side of her torso. It has just missed the vitals, but Kang had nearly run her through. Early signs of shock were evident.
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"Tis somethin' 'urtin' folks in dreams. 'urt me night 'fore last, but she was 'urt e'en worse. I've staunched the bleedin' but she's lost so much blood. Canna lose 'er."
Anger and desperation collide in his voice, if he knew who to kill, he would but all he can do is watch his Kate suffer.
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