“Righteous Medicine In The Most Unpractical Ways.”

“And good night, people.”

“Night Pat!”

“Good night, Miss Colleen.” The medic bowed in a theatrical fashion.

She chuckled and waved. “Catch ya later Mister.”

“Sleep well. I'll see you around.” He stood back up.

“And good night, people.”

“Night Pat!”

“Good night, Miss Colleen.” The medic bowed in a theatrical fashion.

The woman blinks a bit once more as her eyes fell upon the other Medic. She then tried to push herself back up, grimacing in pain and gasping slightly. She lets out a slow breath, trying to keep calm. She noticed her clothes algae actually changed, probably because of what happened, and all. Her clothes had definitely been a complete mess. She coughs some, pulling back he blanket covering her to more fully reveal some of the patched up injuries, still healing. Seeing them only made her tense up more and quickly pull the blanket close to her again. Bad choice, as pun shot through her again. “Ow, fuck….”

The medic rubbed his eyes while sitting straight. "Hi there." He stands up, eyes still getting used to the light, squinting. "How are you feeling?" He asks, and walks to a sink, curiously outside the bathroom, to wash his hands. "It was a rough night, but we managed to fix you. Some of our teammates have come to visit you. Some of them left gifts, cards, and balloons." The redhead finished cleaning his hands. "After the operation, you were out for an entire day."

While unconscious, Monika could still see different images, remembering her attack. She couldn’t place a face, it was always hidden. When she did wake up, it was in a mild panic, gasping slightly. Her eyes opened a bit, as if expecting to still be in the alley. However, she was in RED base, the…. the clinic it looked like. The sound of the beeps made it a little more obvious where she was. She glances around, blinking. “…How…?” Seems she forgot someone came to her rescue.

The medic was sleeping on the rooms couch, wearing the same clothes as the day before; his cream pink shirt, his light red vest and crimson red tie. All splattered in drops and bloodstains. Hands up to his forearms were in the same condition. It had been a hard night, it seemed. The medic yawned and slowly opened his eyes, vision blurred.

"Quick, to the operation room." The medic said, making his way through the other mercenaries, who trailed behind the hurrying redhead. "You'll be alright, hang in there..." Probably the last words her fellow teammate would hear before passing out. Soon enough, she'd wake up on an hospital bed, everything silence except for the screens, beeping.