"Try to figure out what is happening..." The doctor sat down and sighed. "Do you have any medical knowledge that could be helpful?" The doctor asks both of them.
Nodding slightly, he looks in through the window and lets out a slight sigh. "At this rate, if we don't try anything, she'll die and we'll have one f*cked up prince." He grunted, rubbing his eyes.
Aydam snaps his fingers and walks out the door to the lobby, teleporting back to his home and retrieving the same serum from earlier that helped Hyane. He teleports back and walks in, loading a syringe with the serum.
Giving Aydam a side-long glance, he looks back at Kitane. "Hope that works." He grunts, making sure the straps were in place. Knights like her often went into spaz attacks and nearly destroyed anything if they weren't strapped or held down.
"It worked last time..." He slides the syringe into Kitane's arm and injects the serum, quickly withdrawing the needle and preparing to absorb energy if she spazzes out.
This post was edited by Aydam Greymane at March 20, 2012 6:17:20 PM EDT
Having the needle stuck into her arm and the serum injected, she lays there for a while, motionless. After about ten minutes the wound starts to close, and she starts to awaken slowly. Dreagon stands back, prepared to knock her back out if need be.
Stepping back, Dreagon keeps an eye on her just in case. Kitane, somewhat groggy, opens her eyes as the wound draws itself to a close. "Where...?" She managed to mumble.
Looking at the doctor, she tries to move her hands, but is unable to. Grunting, she gives up on moving, since she still feels weak. "What happened?" She grunts, sensing the gap in her memory.
Dreagon shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe one of the others do." He mumbles. Kitane lays back and tries to remember. A sharp pain flares through her head as she does, and slams her head against the table. "Fuck!" She growled.
Aydam sighs. "You are seriously injur..." He stopped when he saw the nanobots start working with the serum and her wounds repairing at an unnatural rate.
Sighing, she looks at Aydam. "I'm what?" She inquiries. Dreagon's jaw drops in shock, though he should know things like this would only work with a Knight of the last Prince.
Feeling that she had energy, she feels the straps unhook, and she grabs Aydam's hand. "What were you about to say before that?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.
