[The instant the camera comes on, something seems off. Wrong. The camera is smudged with dark, almost black blood, and the transmission was fully intentional
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[She coughs, again--and her own blood dribbles out of her mouth again, so much it starts to look like she had bitten someone.
The bleeding slowed to a manageable level, at least--but it didn't stop entirely. It was more of a sluggish creep now, but the light attracted Flandre's attention. She looks up, slowly.]
(Aand, he is here, kneeling by Flandre within seconds to examine the wound. He doesn't say much as he makes quick work of it, using his coat to wrap around it as best as he can to help stop the bleeding. Seeing as everything was stolen, there isn't much that could help him..Finally, after some thinking, he says:)
I'm going to try and move you to a more comfortable place where you'll be able to rest. However, until then, I need you to try and stay awake. Can you do that?
[Flandre isn't in any shape to protest or move around much, though under normal circumstances she would at least have fidgeted a bit. She looked up at this strange man, and at Patchouli, rather blearily--but consciously.
The bleeding has slowed considerably; it's almost stopped.]
(And he's very gently lifting her up, watching that wound of hers. Now, to an empty room~!
He sets her down carefully on the bed, and then quickly begins to dress the wound. Seeing as there's no way to stop the pain, he's hesitant to stitch it.)
I apologize if this hurts, but it's important to get it cleaned up.
[She squirmed slightly when she was lifted--but didn't move otherwise.]
Patch...ouli, Patchouli...Popple. He...took my staff--
[Flandre's words ended in a small cry of pain, and she did move a bit this time--not entirely on purpose. Once the wound was cleaned of the dark blood staining it, the extent of the damage was more obvious; the staff had nicked her stomach, cut into her liver, and come perilously close to severing vitally important arteries and nicking the vampire's spine, though the organs seemed to be arranged a bit strangely. Some of her undershirt was stuck into the injury as well.]
(It took a while for Hatori to answer, as he was busy analyzing the injury. Of all injuries to have with little to none supplies...)
I'm afraid it will be hard to help, considering the circumstance, but I'll be sure to do my best. There seems to be a piece of her shirt in the wound...I'm going to need to take it out, but it will be painful.
[Flandre heard the words, but it was a moment before her brain caught up and processed them. The look on Patchouli's face made her stiffen--but her words made her relax again.]
(Hatori goes to get what looks like tweezers, taking a few minutes to make sure that they're clean and sterilized before coming back. With a quick glance over at Patchouli to make sure she's got a good grip on Flandre, he places a gentle hand on Flandre to help steady her.)
Alright, I'm going to take it out. Try and stay still as much as you can...
(And then go in the tweezers slowly and cautiously, trying to reduce the pain as much as possible.)
[The vampire looked up at Patchouli, almost curiously, before Hatori's words made her blink back down at the doctor. She saw the tweezers, but didn't particularly associate anything with them.]
...take...what--
[Slow or not, the cloth was still touching her organs. To say that it hurt would be a small understatement. It seemed like every muscle in her body went stiff with shock all at once, and she gasped--only to scream a few moments later.
To Hatori's credit, it wasn't as painful as it could have been. Flandre didn't move much either, from the hands keeping her in place--and the bit of fabric that was causing so much trouble came out without much further incident.]
(He quickly pressed his jacket against the wound again to stop any bleeding that may occur as he placed the cloth and tweezers to the side.
Still holding the coat in place, he said thoughtfully:)
...It will be hard to perform any surgical maneuvers in these circumstances...I'm afraid I'm not as skilled in that department either. For now, the best I can do is merely make sure it doesn't get worse until I'm able to find someone who is more experienced in it.
[The screaming stopped when the pain did; Flandre seemed tired by it. She sank back down on the table like a dead thing. Her eyes dimmed, and started to flicker closed.]
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The bleeding slowed to a manageable level, at least--but it didn't stop entirely. It was more of a sluggish creep now, but the light attracted Flandre's attention. She looks up, slowly.]
Patch...ouli?
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I'm going to try and move you to a more comfortable place where you'll be able to rest. However, until then, I need you to try and stay awake. Can you do that?
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The bleeding has slowed considerably; it's almost stopped.]
...yes. I hear...Cirno.
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(And he's very gently lifting her up, watching that wound of hers. Now, to an empty room~!
He sets her down carefully on the bed, and then quickly begins to dress the wound. Seeing as there's no way to stop the pain, he's hesitant to stitch it.)
I apologize if this hurts, but it's important to get it cleaned up.
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Patch...ouli, Patchouli...Popple. He...took my staff--
[Flandre's words ended in a small cry of pain, and she did move a bit this time--not entirely on purpose. Once the wound was cleaned of the dark blood staining it, the extent of the damage was more obvious; the staff had nicked her stomach, cut into her liver, and come perilously close to severing vitally important arteries and nicking the vampire's spine, though the organs seemed to be arranged a bit strangely. Some of her undershirt was stuck into the injury as well.]
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You're more important.
[She turned to the doctor even as she wondered if the "Lie Stick" could be used by anyone here.]
Will she be alright?
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I'm afraid it will be hard to help, considering the circumstance, but I'll be sure to do my best. There seems to be a piece of her shirt in the wound...I'm going to need to take it out, but it will be painful.
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...already hurts...
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This will be only a moment.
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Alright, I'm going to take it out. Try and stay still as much as you can...
(And then go in the tweezers slowly and cautiously, trying to reduce the pain as much as possible.)
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...take...what--
[Slow or not, the cloth was still touching her organs. To say that it hurt would be a small understatement. It seemed like every muscle in her body went stiff with shock all at once, and she gasped--only to scream a few moments later.
To Hatori's credit, it wasn't as painful as it could have been. Flandre didn't move much either, from the hands keeping her in place--and the bit of fabric that was causing so much trouble came out without much further incident.]
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Still holding the coat in place, he said thoughtfully:)
...It will be hard to perform any surgical maneuvers in these circumstances...I'm afraid I'm not as skilled in that department either. For now, the best I can do is merely make sure it doesn't get worse until I'm able to find someone who is more experienced in it.
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...awake...I am...awake.
...dizzy...
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