old wounds

He didn't care for the white walls and strong aroma of chemicals that made up the clinic. It burned his nostrils just looming outside the door. Swiftly, with his good hand he shoved hard against the handle, careful not to bump his other arm in the process. The nurse scarcely looked at him, she just pointing to one of those ugly green chairs where he sat down to wait. It wasn't an emergency, but the sooner he got stitched up the better. Hopefully, there wasn't any blood suckers around. Maybe, his presence would hurry them out. The doctor was seeing someone.

are you with me through it all?

Call it a sixth sense, but Borlla always seemed to know when her brother was in trouble. Hardly more than a headache was troubling her, but it was persistent, and it didn't take her long to simply give in and check the ER. It seemed like a good place to start checking. But perhaps her headache was just a headache...Who knew? The automatic doors slid out as she moved into the blindingly fluorescent waiting room eyeing the tops and backs of heads for Triell's. And...there he was. Cautiously watching the nurses at their posts, she came up beside him, dragging her eyes towards his face, "What have you gotten yourself into now?"

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The face of the large clock mocked him with its loud ticking. He shouldn't be in here held by its time. His ears sought the voice of the doctor. Apparently the unknown patient had suffered from a bite. No doubt they needed blood.

Triell huffed under his breath barely glimpsing his own open gash. Then if on cue his sister's golden eyes were cutting into him. "Hello to you to," he muttered, noticing her lack of surprise. "Just another sucker getting too curious. Can't have them all thinking they can go where they please." He smirked, but was ready to bound for the door and take his chances with some medical tape and gauze. He became worried she was here for another reason. "How's church?"