(03) filling the room with a sense of unease

[natural_set]

[Action for Nusakan, backdated to 12:01 May 29]

[The adrenaline is wearing off and N is starting to crash. The full extent of the damage he's carrying is starting to sear through him, and by the time he stumbles into the hospital he can barely move. Not bothering with the waiting room, he presses right on to the nurse's station, trailing blood

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[doctor_creep]

[As luck would have it, the doctor is in. Why? Who knows; with the regain of his mystic body, his need for sleep has been all but nixed completely. The sound of the door opening catches his attention, his sharper hearing catching the hurried words in bits and pieces.

The poor night receptionist is relieved by the tall man's arrival, his fingers sliding idly across the surface of the desk.]

I have an open room, and will get his details later. [He doesn't wait for the receptionist to reply before he gestures down the hall.] Follow me, it's not far. [The scent of blood is quite strong, even without a cursory glance to the trail of it that's followed N inside. It's up to him, though, whether to risk following his obviously-not-a-drone potential doctor.]

[natural_set]

[The "following" is more like "stumbling" as N starts to get dizzy from the blood loss, but he does follow behind the doctor closely, still speaking in his hurried tone.]

I was in a fight; we were using kitchen knives, and she was faster than me. I don't know how many cuts there are; I didn't stop to count. I just wanted to get here as quickly as I could.

[doctor_creep]

[It doesn't take long; as late as it is, most of the rooms are empty. The door closes easily behind them, and Nusakan moves swiftly, but unhurriedly.]

I see. Knife wounds... any other injuries? Allergies? Your blood type? [His questions are posed idly, as he reaches for several implements, and designed to keep N as cognizant and conscious as possible.] Sit on the bed and remove any clothing covering the wounds; if there's anything you can't remove, I will do so for you. Do try to keep conscious, as well; you're steadily losing control of your extremities, which indicates a rather sharp loss of blood. I'll get a transfusion started as soon as possible. [Momentarily, a drone nurse will enter, at which point the doctor will indicate which medication and how many blood bags he'll need.]

[natural_set]

[Numbly, N does what he's told; he's never been in a hospital before, and it's easier to follow orders than it is to question them, especially in this state. It's with some difficulty that he strips down to his underwear, because there's really not an area on him that's not currently bleeding. His ribcage is a real mess; six gashes in total across his side and chest, if we're counting. There's another three all down his right arm, rendering it almost useless. Arguably the worst is another matching set of three curving from his waist all down the outside of his thigh(he has to hold the waistband of his boxers together to keep them from falling apart), the skin laid open. Nepeta's knives had done a very good job in imitating claws. N pales when he sees the extent of the damage... or maybe that's the blood loss. He's too dizzy to tell.]

Oh, no...