[rl with azula; backdated a waaaaaaaaaaays]

[drcuddles]

[the hospital is quiet, a little too quiet for Cuddy's taste. She's doing her rounds in an almost listless fashion. She's resisting the urge to go back to her office- she's been sick of being in there recently.]

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[peoplesprincess]

[Azula lies in her hospital bed in an uncharacteristically foul mood, even for her. This hospital is absolutely deplorable; she's treated like a commoner. If the royal physicians were equipped to deal with bullet wounds, she would waste no time in leaving such a wretched place.]

OOC: Sorry, didn't see this until just now!

[drcuddles]

[Cuddy appears from behind the curtain, looking in her "favorite" patient. She had been paged that Azula was demanding to see her (though that weren't the words that she was told that) and she had come down]

Hello, your highness.

[peoplesprincess]

[Azula indicated the IV drip attached to her arm.] I want this taken out now.

[drcuddles]

Unfortunately, that's what is delivering the medication to treat the gunshot wound. Which - [looking over Azula's chart with a cheerful expression] was not as bad as I had thought it would be.