OOC: Pff I see how it is, why let Doe heal Sturg when he can risk his life and sanity with those Vykkers. Racist :P
As far as I'm concerned the door is now open, Tiny opened it.
IC: A rude Mudokon(Ralph) said in response to Chris's warning, "Tell us something we don't know." Then he went over to his Mudokon friend who feinted(Isaac) and said apparently to no one in particular, "I think he's just had a fright, that's all... Though I'm no doctor."
Chris walked over to the unconscious Mudokon and said to the fallen one's friend(Ralph), "Out of my way, I'm a doctor."
Chris gently used his hand to check the patient's eyes. They were dilated. Chris fixed the unconscious patient's position so that he was lying strait on his back. Chris, using his palm, took the patient's pulse... rapid.
Chris turned to Ralph and was about to say that the Mudokon was indeed in shock, but changed his mind not wanting to say something the rude Mud already knew. Chris just shook his head and opened his necessities bag pulling out a small orange vial and a needle. Chris poked the needle through the top of the vial and withdrew orange liquid from it. Chris injected the substance into Isaac and said in his professional voice, "He will be perfectly fine. If this doesn't wake him up nothing will." Chris put his tools back into his bag and said, "Make sure he doesn't do anything to excitable when he gets up or he may start hyperventilating, go into a comma, or worse case scenario: die. He needs to get some rest, try to keep him calm"
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The Mudokon in a wheel chair seemed quite concerned for the Intern(Cal) as he appeared to be talking to himself. The Intern answered in response to the female Mudokons worry, "Uuh, sure. I'm fine."
The Intern glared angrily at the Slig he had previously threatened to kill before turning to face Doe. Perhaps seeking guidance.
Doe whispered so the female Mudokon couldn't hear, "If I were you I'd try to find that friend of yours, before he lands himself in front of threatening guns.. again. If you need my help, I'll be happy to join you."
#9 wanted to glare back at the Intern, but decided life was more precious then appearances. #9 walked off hoping not to be followed.
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