Little Clinic

The white gold dragon -whose name is actually Haruka Tonbo of the great Tonbo family that co-rules this fine little village- set down Kieran in the back field. It was the only place he'd fit, seeing as he was still in dragon form. Haruka looked back up at the sky where he could see Garaveth and Adrian following. Then he returned to human form and walked up to the clinic doors. The doctor came out to meet him, having watched their approach. "Welcome, Tonbo, sir." Haruka waved him off. "Get those two looked after," he ordered, "and keep them under guard well... I'll send someone to guard them. Garaveth will do for now. But don't let them leave anywhere without my say so." "Yes sir," the doctor said, and he turned back to address one of the other doctors there. Haruka left them to it and went back outside to watch for Garaveth.

Adrian didn’t know how he managed to remain conscious, but he did. His eyes fluttered open and shut. His head jerked up in a bout of wakefulness before he ended up nodding off again. He was barely aware that they had landed, though it was something he realized when he turned away from the weredragon that spoke to him. He still heard his heart pounding in his ears and the throbbing pain in his head hadn’t lessened. He crossed his arms over his chest tightly, trying to stop the shivering. His blurry vision couldn’t quite make out where the other two had brought him and Kieran, though he was at least certain that they hadn’t been taken back to Cinaed.

Adrian was in and out of sleep. It was such a struggle to remain awake, but at the same time he had to stay awake. It felt like falling asleep would be giving up, only it would be much worse than simply giving up. He’d be at the mercy of these Were’s he didn’t know. Who knew what they would do to him. He wouldn’t admit to himself that he already was at their mercy. It wasn’t like he was able to put up a fight or fly away. Lifting his head off of the ground he couldn’t make out the blurs he was seeing besides the large red one. Kieran. At first he managed to get himself up into a shaky crawl, but only a few feet after his crawling he begun to tire, and he resorted to dragging himself across the ground. Each movement became a struggle. It felt like he was inhaling and exhaling fire instead of air. His entire being protested against the movement and tried to lull him back into the blackness of sleep, but he wouldn’t have any of it. By the time he reached Kieran’s side he was shivering uncontrollably and his limbs wouldn’t cooperate. He lay beside the red dragon, pushing himself up against the red scales to feel if there was any warmth underneath them.

The doctors started talking amongst themselves about testing the dragon in its dragon form while the other one was getting the stretcher around so they could move Adrian. The doctor crouched down next to Adrian. "We're going to get you both looked at, alright. I'm just going to reach over and take a quick vitals check before I move you." The doctor reached over and felt Adrian's pulses, mostly concentrating on the areas where there was the most damage. One of the other doctors came over to help with Adrian's immediate injuries.

The doctor’s were a little absorbed in their own work. The answer did not come immediately. So they went about putting pressure on certain areas. They even put a tourniquet over the leg stump using the pressure cuff. Then they did a lot of maneuvering and then picked him up and placed him on the stretcher. “Red dragon is…” the doctor looked at Kieran. “I don’t know, kid. I’m in charge of getting you better.”

They ignored his protests. Maybe because minors had no real say or maybe because they weren't typical hospital doctors. They also knew his ramblings to be ridiculous. They brought him into a room and transferred him to a bed. "Start him on the machines, get an IV, blood sample, and anesthesia. I'm going to go prep for surgery and you two are helping," he said, pointing at two of the doctors. They left to get ready while the one remaining pulled a knockout drug syringe from the cart and injected it into Adrian's neck.

The doctors worked quickly on Adrian, filtering clean blood and fresh IVs into his veins to replace lost fluids. They trimmed off the flesh around amputated limbs and sewed them up new much more efficiently than Patrick had been able to do since they had better supplies than what had been hastily put together and carried into that dank, dungeon room those two days ago. Adrian's body was also properly cleaned and attended to so no contaminates could get into his wounds or the ash into his lungs anymore. While he was unconscious, they also pumped his lungs out of the layer of ash they found had built up inside while he had been in human form in the Ashlands.

Outside, the doctors worked on Kieran. First by shoving several hundred CCs of adrenalin directly into his heart. The dragon's eyes flew open, he blew out a massive fireball, screamed, writhed, then he painfully reverted back to human form, expelling the adrenalin out in bouts of vomiting and profuse bleeding. The doctors then performed some hasty, emergency surgeries similar to Adrian's first set of surgeries so he wouldn't bleed to death. Then they also brought him inside to attend on him better. It was much easier to fix a human than a dragon. They too were nervous about the exile's mark, but made no comment on it as they did their work in professional silence.

Neither set of doctors finished till they were sure their patients had been stabilized. Then they met in the hallway to discuss their procedures and what was to be done for continued treatments. Haruka Tonbo returned with four people. He assigned two to watch room to make sure no one entered or left the room that wasn't supposed to.