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She hadn’t been expecting it, not in the slightest. Really, she’d been a little wary of getting close to the Ghoulette after the incident, but only because she wasn’t keen on getting torn up again. That didn’t quiet outweigh her guilty conscious, or her desire to make sure Karen was alright.

The doctor startled slightly at the voice, dropping her pen on instinct. She blinked, looking up and preparing a quip about how ‘everyone needed her service’, but she never got it out.

“Oh, sweet Lucifer!” She exclaimed, clambering up from her desk and hurrying over. “I-ah, yes! I do, I can!” Dr. Church was hesitant to pick at the silver without gloves, but at this point, she could worry about infection later. 

“What happened?” She asked, quickly plucking what shards she could see amidst the bubbling skin. The doctor made quick work of what she could get out easily, before hastily stepping away, and grabbing a pair of tweezers to get out the stubborn bits.

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The doctor gave her a flat look over the mug of coffee she was drinking from. She sat at her desk, surrounded by paperwork and patient’s files. To be honest, she wasn’t sure how many hours she’d been awake at this point, but she was certainly cranky.

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He’d been daydreaming, plucking aimlessly at his guitar, and so the sudden voice behind him startled the big ghoul. He jumped and turned on his heel, suddenly at attention, guitar swaying against his form. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at his visitor; he’d never thought one of the Ghost project ghoulettes would ever seek him out. The half-ghoul cleared his throat and brushed his hair back into place, self-conscious.

“Oh! Hey there! Yep, that’s my name! We’ve, uh, never chatted, huh? Karen, yeah?

“You’ve heard about me? Looks like my reputation proceeds me, heh. You want to hear — about me?”

He swung the guitar off his shoulder and leaned it up against the wall of the corridor, hands shoved in his pockets as he struggled to think of what to say.

“I mean, I’m a half-ghoul, I play guitar, I get big and furry sometimes, I like junk food — uh, pretty boring, yeah?”

“I’m Aldred Stoker! Pleasure to meet you!” Red smiled, offering a hand to shake.