(Human form)
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Finally, my shift's over." The human-form Fellox said as she walked out of the hospital. It was nearing midnight, and she had been working her shift since seven that evening. She pulled on her jacket as she noticed how cold the night air was. "
I think I'll walk home tonight." she decided as she crossed the street, heading for the alleyway. Her apartment was seven blocks away, and even though it was far from safe at this time of night, she loved the feel of the cool air and the way the city seemed so different while it's inhabitants slept.
Just as Silk entered the dark alley, the form of a human boy caught her eye. She ran over just as his seafoam eyes slipped closed. Panicked, she checked for a pluse, but found none. "
I have to get him to the ER." She muttered to herself. But as she turned him over to make it easier to pick him up, she was the gash in his stomach. "
Gods..." She murmered. Shaking off her alarm, she lifted him up with some effort, but not enough. He was skinny, and she realize she could see each of his ribs clearly through his pale skin. She raced across the street, back into the door she'd come out of only moments before. "
Erika!" She called to her fellow ER nurse who was walking past.
"What happened?" The girl asked, eyes wide with terror, because she could see the boy's intestines hanging out of the gash. Suddenly, she snapped into nurse-mode, paging one of the doctors as she lead Silk down the hall to a bed where the bleeding boy could be placed. She asked questions to Silk at breakneck speed, which the nurse answered just as quickly.
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Erika, I'm going back on the clock. This kid needs help. Now." Silk said as she walked out of the room. At least they had managed to get the kid breathing again, and figured that was a good sign. IT had taken a moment, but Silk recognized the boy from many pervious visits to the ER. "
Dr. Hearth!" Silk stopped in the hall as she passed one of the doctors. "
You're needed in room 676, stat! " She barked. She was just a nurse, but she forgit her manners sometimes. Fortunately, the doctor remembered that and knew that a serious case had come in.
Silk tossed her jacket back into her locker, and changed back into her scrubs, which she never wore hoem because she needed something warmer to wear in the col night air. Within minutes, she was back in room 676. "
Any improvemnt?" She asked. There were now four people crowding into the small ER room, all looking over the dying boy. There were IV's hooked up to his arms already, and one doctor was preping him for emergency surgery. Silk didn't know why, but she was determined to save this boy.
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