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Well, that made things simpler. Now Anika realized what those occasional faint 'silent spots' that resonated down the clairvoyant thread that attached her to Oni had been. Because as soon as Oni had gone to wherever she was, the thread simply ended. It didn't rip, there was no sudden tear, it just - stopped.

At least Ani wouldn't have to answer to the neighbors she thought as she got the massage table out again, spreading first the plastic sheet and then the linen cloth over it after she set it up in the middle of the small livingroom floor. A trip to the SUV to get her travel med-kit, and the doctor was back in her living room and snapping on a new pair of nitrile gloves even as Oni was dragging her battle-weary companion back in from wherever they had been. And as soon as she was back, the psychic thread between her and her longtime garou sister-friend was back as well, as strong and bright as ever.

Yes, he was tall. And dark haired. That was about all she could see, at least until she got the blanket off him that he'd wrapped around his shoulders.

"Yes, I'm a doctor. And no, you aren't in my debt" Ani caught sight of the wound and her eyes widened. "But you will be. So sit down on that table, and take - no wait. Just sit there. Oni, make him sit there, I'll get my scissors. I don't want him moving that arm." Turning her head away, Dr Nuttal mouthed the words 'Holy hell!" to Onida and blinking before her face resettled into that distant, professional doctor's mask that she wore as she continued to speak to her newest patient.

"Yes, scissors. You can buy a new suit shirt later, but I need to stitch that up and I'm not about to twist a broken arm to get it off you. Hmmm, I've seen a wound like this before... no matter. If you break that table, you buy it, got that? And hold still. This will probably hurt."

Date: 2017-09-17 03:32 pm (UTC)
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Obediantly, Nasir sat on the massage table as he was directed to do. Nary a defiant look passed his features, until he heard the word scissors.

"Scissors?" he asked in alarm, his castellano accent thickening, "Why scissors?"

He almost whipped his head around, reflexively following Anika as she stepped out of his line of sight, but Oni wisely kept him from doing more damage to his neck with a stiff finger to his cheek, forcing him to look forward. "From one idiot to another, just do as she says, d'accord?"

Oni, suprisingly, offered to hold the cold compress against his wound, so that he could arrange his limbs better while the doctor removed his shirt. Like his alpha, Nasir's torso and arms were similarly scored with varying scratches and gouges, but the Philodox held himself absolutely still for Anika, his eyes trained on her face.

He was, naturally, full of questions about this human woman. The rumor-mill said that she knew too much-- Which, to him, was immediately apparent by the way she didn't bat an eyelash at him or his condition. There were blood-related Kin who weren't as comfortable in the presence of Gaia's chosen as she was. But aside from the fact that the Sept of Gaia's Bones evidently labelled her a dangerous comodity, Ms. Nuttal was otherwise a mystery. Maybe that was the way Oni wanted it; The more the Garou knew, the better the odds they'd find something to bark about.

But how did she come to be friends with the likes of Onida? Was she immune to the effects of Delirium, or had she simply acclimated? Half-moon's like him had little patience for mysteries-- they wanted the truth, unequivocally --but his gut told him that the truth of this doctor caring for him was more than what meets the eye.

"I'd never break your table, señora," he said, with just the hint of a grin, despite his discomfort, "It's more than I can afford."
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