[Aithe]

SUKA! Aithe yelled as loudly as she could. Her face was drenched in sweat, her chest heaved, and her eyes were wide in zombie-like shock as she glanced down at Mahesa, who was dying right in her arms. You need to get her healed, quick! She's lost so much blood I don't know how much longer she'll last

Oh please Suka heal her. I hate to pin this on you. I know you haven't healed many, if any, yet but you're the only human healer out there and Myrth isn't a high enough level yet and I certainly can't heal her and unfortunately there aren't any other human healers a- she stopped as she realized her rambling was getting rather pointless. Taking a breath, she continued with a almost sob, Heal her Suka...or she'll die. And I don't need more pain in my like, do you hear me?

[Suka]

Suka was dozing off in his chair, actually at peace for his nightmares for once. With a rush of air blasting at his face, he heard someone come inside and yell his name. Lazyly opening one eye to look up at the woman before him. She was holding what he assumed was an injured human, which was confirmed when he was the blood spilling from her side.

The woman took off into speech about needed him to heal her dying frind. After he closed his eyes again for a moment, tempted to go back to sleep, he yawned and stood up slowly. When she finished screeching, she peered over the counter at the human in her arms, and raised an eyebrow. Letting out a sigh, he moved around the counter as a rather slow pace, and shuffled up to the women. He then paused before her, leaving his hands at his sides, and glanced down at the now blood stained floor. He sent the concious woman a look of distain before focusing on the humans wound. Reaching his hand out, he pushed aside her clothing to take a closer look. Stab wound. Deep. Intresting.

With a slight nod of his head, to no one in paticular, he took a step back. Staring into the eyes of the woman in front of him, he crossed his arms. Payment first. Treatment after. With that, he jerked his head toward the sign to his left. Seeing as this was a heal now or die case, he decided to be a little nice. Tell you what. Because she'll probably die before you could pay me, i'll keep her healed to the point of stability. But she won't be going anywhere until im paid.

Walking back around the counter, and shifted through some papers. Once he found the one he needed, he shoved it across the counter at the woman. I need a jar filled with Hydra Venom. How you get it, is your own buisness. Suka eyed the girls in front of him. You can put her on the table in back.

[Aithe]

The angel's slow movements and show of uncaring actions made Aithe's blood boil beneath her skin. Was he so mentally impaired he couldn't see that her friend was to die any moment? If Mahesa died because of him, she wouldn't garuntee the angel's safety.

Payment first. Treatment after

You greedy little... she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowed. She refrained only because he was Mahesa's only hope. I've got plenty of money, so don't worry your empty little head about that. If you had any sense of decency, you would heal a dying person without questioning my ability to pay up. She told him coldly, before setting Mahesa where he instructed. Then she eyed the jar with uncertainty. Where the hell am I supposed to get that? she nearly screamed. By the time she found the right person who would be willing to give her this Hydra Venom, Mahesa could've already died. And what if no one did have it?? Was this yet another scorpion quest she was destined to risk her life for?

[Suka]

Suka laughed at the dragon before him. Her anger flared up like a birthday candle, and was just as dangerous. When she set the human girl down on the table in the back, he watched as she spit out nasty words. Most of what she said was ture, except a few things. Listen girly. I don't care about you, or your little friend here. Im here to make a living, and I'll do what I have to do to do it. As I told you...

Sukas mind flashed, and all of a sudden he was sitting on the ground. All around him was soft brown dirt, formed in mounds. His clamy childish hands reached out to pack on a handful of fresf dirt. Appearing in front of him was a large shadow, which cast compleatly over him. Suka looked up into the eyes of a gentle man. To his suprise, Suka found himself reaching out to him, indicating he wanted to be lifted into the air. As the strong arms reached under his armpits, he was swung into the air toward the kindly faced man. A happy squeeling filled his ears.

Just as suddenly as the flah began, it stoped. Suka was standing back in his office, with a small sweat on his forehead. Raching out, he used the table for balance. :potty:!. Clenching his jaw, he looked up at the woman who was still standing there. He racked his brain, trying to remember what he was saying, but just decided to move on. How you get the venom is up to you. Spend all your money buying it, or squeeze the :potty: from the snake itself. I really could care less. As for your friend here. I already told you, i'm not going to let her die. But i'm not going to fully heal her either. And if I were you, id be out in the safari looking for a snake, rather than in here arguing with me. The longer your friends in that state, the harder it will be to get her out of it. Even if she is healed, she might be insane. Suka said with a small smirk.

[Aithe]

The longer your friends in that state, the harder it will be to get her out of it. Even if she is healed, she might be insane

And then of all things, he smiled...and the bucket tipped. Aithe took a few steps closer and glared at him with all the venom she had....which was quite easy if you had slits for pupils. Listen here, little Angel. I wouldn't act all tough. Because you see this empty shop? There is no one here that could stop me from leaving a pretty little scar across your face. She grinned, then slipped her sword out of her sheath with a scrape, and rubbed the cold metal side with her hand gently...up...and down. As quickly as it came, it was put back, and she was turned towards the door, striding quickly away from her friend and the poor excuse for a healer. Maybe the threat had gone too far, but she was genuinely worried about Mahesa, and finding the venom. It wasn't truly an empty threat, but it wasn't exactly truthful either. Not that he had to know. It was one of her special qualities...making threats sound so believable that it made good results.


I'll be back

[Ryou]

Ryou pushed open the door of Suka's Angelic Healing, passing Aithe on the way. He didn't stop to chat, though thought better of running in hysterics right away. Backing out of the building, he turned to the Wyvern. "Mahesa... Is... Is she okay?"

[Aithe]

Aithe was startled to see the dragon, seeing as she was still fuming inside about the healer. She looked up at him, which was half the time not the case, seeing as she was extremely tall. Her narrowed eyes and scowling mouth dropped, and immediately her facial expression became very solemn.

I...er...No. She's not going to be okay. Not if we don't get something called Hydra Venom. And it's best we do it fast. I have to get going Ryou...but meet me in the Safari in three hours. I need to find some other recruits. She smiled weakly at him, tone sympathetic. Then she waved, and strode off

[Ryou]

Ryou was stung by Aithe words. Nodding silently, he agreed to meet her there in three hours. Tugging at the police shirt that Nymphadora had given him, he pushed open the door and walked into the healer's. "Suka? Mahesa?"

[Suka]

Suka laughed at the dragons threats. He didn't care what she did to him. He could always be healed. He's survived more than pathetic threats before. He watched as she stormed out the door, nearly colliding with someone outside. When she left the building, Suka's eyes droped to the blood on the floor, and it reminded him of the situation that needed to be focused on.

He walked into the back room, leaving the curtian open. Glancing at the human lying on the table, Suka just stared for a moment. If he wanted to, he could heal her compleatly right now. And if it didn't work, she could try again. But thats not how this happened. Sucking in a breath, he held one hand over the exposed wound. After closing his eyes, he focused all his energy on his hand, trying to imagine the wound sealing. Softly, Suka's hand began to glow a yellow color, which passed into the human below him. When he removed his hand, the wound had sealed itself off, leaving a nasty looking scar. It had barly closed, but was preventing her from loosing more blood and dieing. After checking her vitals, and knowing she was stable, suka left her where she was and walked back to the front of the office. He was about to sit back down in his chair to resume his nap when the man who had been outside walked in.

"Suka? Mahesa?"

Suka lifted his head up to look at the man. He recoginized him as Ryou from their quest. Immediatly he turned away. What?

(Ooc: forgot they met Oops hehehe)

[Ryou]

Ryou glanced the Anyeli over, unsure of what to make of him. They'd met during the quest to save Dazadi, but hadn't gotten to know each other. But it wasn't important right now. "I... I need to see Mahesa Nagra, the one who came... Stabbed in the side."

[Suka]

Suka jerked his head motioning to the back uncurtianed room. The human, Mahesa, was lying there, not in any paticular comfortable position. Her half healed wound sill caked with blood and exposed. Suka ploped down in his seat and closed his eyes. Try not to fuss with her. I don't want to re-seal that. He said lazly.

[Ryou]

Ryou walked back to where Mahesa lay. Biting his lip, he gently took the hand closer to him and held it, stroking the back with his thumb. "Mahesa... I love you... Please, don't die..." He wasn't aware of the Anyeli anymore, or where they were. All that mattered was Mahesa, and keeping her alive.

[Mahesa]

Mahesa trembled as the man from the park rose from the piles of bodies and began coming towards her, professing his love. She backed away from him as carefully as she could, her blood-sodden skirts nearly tripping her up more than once. She wasn't fast enough in her escape, however, and as she stumbled over the body of her childhood riding instructor, her face bloated in a gruesome death mask, Mahesa felt her hand grasped by the man. She did her best to wrench her hand away from him, twisting and turning and fighting, sweat running down her face and her hair flying every which way about her face. No matter how hard she fought, he wouldn't let go, his grip an iron clamp, trapping her, tying her down in this place of death and desperation.In her mind, Mahesa screamed as loud as she could, as if the sound of her voice could raise those around her to protect her.

NO! LET ME GO! LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! Meanwhile, in reality, Mahesa's face flushed and sweat ran down her brow. Her mouth opened, and unaware of reality, uttered the same words she was screaming inside.

I.... ha... you... g... awa....y. some... one... el... me. Her eyes opened halfway, glazed with the fever raging within her body. She blankly looked at Ryou before turning her head away and returning to her comatose state.

[Ryou]

I.... ha... you... g... awa....y. some... one... el... me.

Ryou's eyes had closed, a bit tired and sort of relieved that she'd made it so far. But when she spoke, his eyes snapped open. "Mahesa?" He tried to shake her, but she was gone again. What had she said, what had she said? It had sounded like- or rather, the first part sounded like- 'I hate you...'. The last sounded a lot like 'Someone help me'. "Mahesa, I'm trying, so hard, so so hard to help you," he wept. Damn it! I -can't- cry. I can't think about her dying...

[Suka]

Suka leaned back in his chair trying to get some rest. His recent spread of daily nightmares was too hard on his body. Yawning yet again, she just closed his eyes when he heard the human, Mahesa, motter in her sleep. Raising an eyebrow when Ryou spoke back, he sighed and got up. Walking over to the table where she lay, Suka moved to step right in front of Ryou, not caring if he knocked his had away.

Holding his hand over the wound yet again, Suka focused his attention, and closed his eyes while the glow was lit. Not more than a few seconds later, he pulled his hand away. The wound on the outside didn't look any different, but he could sense the internial injuries mend just a tiny bit more. If i'm doing this for nothing, then i'll take a knife and put the wound back. He thought nastily.

[Xanth]

The door opened and Xanth walked in dragging a startled-looking demon behind her. "Suka, be a dear and patch this cubling up. He was bitten by a dog. Oh, and be a good boy, eh?" She winked but there was an undertone that was hard to fathom. Within seconds she was gone again, making onlookers wonder why she had bothered to use the front door.

[Suka]

Suka turned when he heard someone come into his shop. When he saw it was Xanth, who whas draggin in a damon, he scowled. As kind as she had been to him after the quest, it was still she who put Dazadi into power. And obviously Dazadi couldn't handle it. Crossing his arms defiantly, he glared the entire time Xanth was there. Even more so with her "Oh, and be a good boy, eh?" bit.

When she poofed from the room, Suka waslked over to the Demon, leaving him where he was, and placed his hand over his wound. Hardly focusing, his hand lit up and the wound benieth healed. Suka repeated the process for each wound, then stood up. Now get out. He barked.

Turning his back on the Demon, Suka returned to his chair and sat. He was beyond the point of napping now. But that didn't mean his nightmares wouldn't come.

[Ryou]

Xanth brought in a demon, having Suka heal him. The anyeli didn't seem too happy about doing it, Ryou gathered, especially when he told the kid to get out. But this didn't phase Ryou. All that mattered was that Mahesa healed. But... Maybe he should go... Give her time to rest...

He bent down, kissing the back of Mahesa's hand before letting go of it slowly. Turning to Suka, he gave a faint smile. "Thanks for helping heal her... I guess I should go, give her time to rest..." With that, he left. He'd have to talk to Aithe about paying Suka.

[Mahesa]

Just as suddenly as the man had appeared, he left. All that was left was a downy grey feather brushing softly against her hand. When Mahesa held up the feather in her palm, she felt a longing so violent that she was almost physically ill. Closing her hand around the feather in a fist, she crushed it into a fine, white powder. As it trickled through her fingers, her eyes snapped open. She saw a retreating figure. The man. She grabbed her skirts, wading through the blood running over the marble stones and through the cracks to reach him. He must not leave. She did not know why, but he couldn't. Forcefully, she screamed out in her delirium, while in reality she only muttered a jumbled concoction of what lay in store for him. Him...

NO! PAIN! GO! STAY! HARM! WAIT! HURRY! Trying to reach her hands out to the man, she sobbed in despair at her weakness. Pain shot up her side, and she moaned, tears running down her flushed cheeks in tracks.

[Ryou]

A slight noise from behind him made Ryou turn. A voice, softly muttering something he couldn't understand. But none-the-less, it was Mahesa, and she had made noise. He was only halfwayf out the door before he turned back, returning to her side in a matter of seconds. "Mahesa?" Ryou asked a bit quietly, trying to wake her. Maybe she would be okay, after all. He gently took his hand and wiped away some of the tears on her face.