Acension Revival

[Cifero Windtail]

In her unconscious state, Zanthe seemed absolutely harmless. Even before, when she had been pointing a gun at Devin, she really didn't seem like she wanted to hurt him. Her breath came slowly; she was badly hurt still, and while she wouldn't die unless forced over the edge, she was nearing there. There was just something about her that seemed... decent. Furthermore, if she was as bad as Devin had been told she was... why was he still breathing?





Devin's knife lay nearby.

[Farewell]

Zaida spotting the ragnos walking alone. The Vexū began to stalk the dragon, however kept her distance to avoid being caught.
Devin grunted as he got up looking at his knife his eyes darting to the catfox. He huffed growing confused, his head still in pain from the fall. The Shebard sighed and finally walked over and picking his duffle bag, knife then Zanthe. He walked to the crane going down trying to keep himself up. Eventually starting towards the old factory he was staying at. He sat her down on the mattress on the floor and his duffle bag. He leaned down and started to examine her wounds carefully.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zaida spotting the ragnos walking alone. The Vexū began to stalk the dragon, however kept her distance to avoid being caught.
Devin grunted as he got up looking at his knife his eyes darting to the catfox. He huffed growing confused, his head still in pain from the fall. The Shebard sighed and finally walked over and picking his duffle bag, knife then Zanthe. He walked to the crane going down trying to keep himself up. Eventually starting towards the old factory he was staying at. He sat her down on the mattress on the floor and his duffle bag. He leaned down and started to examine her wounds carefully.

(Her gun's in her waistband, then.)

Besides a few places where her fur was a little singed by debris from her own exploding home, most of Zanthe's injuries had been inflicted by Devin. Her hand was hurt where the brick had hit it, and she had a few scrapes on her arms; however, the catfox's abdomen was heavily damaged, with a bullet wound near her solar plexus and a stab wound a few inches below her navel. Devin had caused both of those wounds. However, surprisingly enough, the bullet wound was farther along than it should've been. What's more, the fur on her belly seemed to contrast the color of her fur a little now.

[SadDubwool]

*Red kept walking, eventually meeting some shady furrs in a alley*

[Tina]

(Hey sorry I disappeared...again. I got into an argument with my parents which ended with me getting in trouble.
Anything happen that I should know about.)

[SadDubwool]

Nope

[Cifero Windtail]

(SANS, STOP TRYING TO CONFUSE THE HUMAN!)


(Zanthe's house blew up, Devin took unconscious Zanthe back to his place and he's trying to patch her up, and Cassy and Vlad are still in the waiting room.)




Zanthe bled profusely.






Cassy cocked an eyebrow. "So... am I going to learn the magic right here in the waiting room?"

[Farewell]

He sighed grabbing a few materials from the kit, First casting tape which he wrapped partially on her arm, wrist and hand. Looking over to the abdomen damage. The Shebard put rubber gloves on as he didn't want to give some kind of an affection nor make a mess...he began to work rubbing alcohol around the area cleaning off some blood, along with injecting beard the wound. with a scalpel, 3/8 circle surgical needle, and thread beginning to work carefully. Before long he stopped finishing up by stitching up the abdomen wound, taking off his stained rubber gloves and materials set on a piece of cloth soon to be cleaned.

[Cifero Windtail]

He sighed grabbing a few materials from the kit, First casting tape which he wrapped partially on her arm, wrist and hand. Looking over to the abdomen damage. The Shebard put rubber gloves on as he didn't want to give some kind of an affection nor make a mess...he began to work rubbing alcohol around the area cleaning off some blood, along with injecting beard the wound. with a scalpel, 3/8 circle surgical needle, and thread beginning to work carefully. Before long he stopped finishing up by stitching up the abdomen wound, taking off his stained rubber gloves and materials set on a piece of cloth soon to be cleaned.

As Devin worked, Zanthe slowly began to breath a little more easily, remaining unconscious throughout the whole procedure. As Devin cleaned off her stomach, though, it became clear that her fur was actually a stark shade of white. When everything was done, the catfox's breathing was soft and easy, and if it weren't for the stitches in her abdomen, one would have thought her to be merely asleep.

[Tina]

(SANS, STOP TRYING TO CONFUSE THE HUMAN!)


(Zanthe's house blew up, Devin took unconscious Zanthe back to his place and he's trying to patch her up, and Cassy and Vlad are still in the waiting room.)




Zanthe bled profusely.






Cassy cocked an eyebrow. "So... am I going to learn the magic right here in the waiting room?"

"...I guess this isn't the best place to practice magic." Vlad said as he saw a bunch of stuff that could get in the way. There was a knock at the door and a nurse's voice could be heard.
"May I come in?"

[Cifero Windtail]

Cassy glanced at Vlad, then looked at the door. "Please do," she said, hoping for the best.

[Farewell]

He looked at the pad of alcohol seeing the color had came off showing her original fur color with a bit of blood. Devin wasn't surprised as it seemed this was to hide her identity. He however let the dye stay knowing she'd probably feel safer. Devin listen to her heart before putting the blanket over her and walking over to the restroom to wash the materials.

[Tina]

The nurse came in and with a clip board.
"I just wanted to let you know your friend Rose is going to be fine. She receiver only a minor conclusion and the crack in her head will just need seed some stiches. She is extremely lucky though as her injuries could have been a lot worse."

[Cifero Windtail]

He looked at the pad of alcohol seeing the color had came off showing her original fur color with a bit of blood. Devin wasn't surprised as it seemed this was to hide her identity. He however let the dye stay knowing she'd probably feel safer. Devin listen to her heart before putting the blanket over her and walking over to the restroom to wash the materials.

After a few minutes, Zanthe started to stir a little bit, wincing as the pain set in. *Wh... Where am I?* she thought, looking around from where she lay.


Cassy sighed in relief. "Thank you, sir," she said, smiling at the man.

[Farewell]

The old factory was silent, walls old and beaten up. Leaving the catfox alone in the room just laying on the bed which was fairly comfortable. Devin had the sink lightly on, rinsing the tools under it then washing his hands.