Luck? Yeah right. [completed]

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Character(s): Saitou and NPCs
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~


Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.

Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.

He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.

Comments

DR. NICK~

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The word 'basilar' rings a bell in his head but Dr. Nick can't quite figure out which bell is ringing. Oh well. Clearing his throat and putting on a serious face, Dr. Nick crosses his arms in front of him and looks over to where the injured man is sitting. "Hmm... basilar? Very bad indeed!" At the word payment however, Dr. Nick tries his best not to smile. It wouldn't do to give too much away. "Well, the payment can be arranged later! For now, we must work hard to get this man back on his feet, eh?"

Dr. Nick was just about to walk over to a nurse to prepare a bed for the man when another person approched the two of them. The man is smiling, so perhaps the injured man is not very badly off. The frown on the other person's face indicates otherwise though. "High ICP! Well, we must rush him off to examination right now!" As if he knows what ICP is, really.

Scuttling over to the nurse standing nearby, he speaks in a low voice to her so that the other two people would not hear him. "Uhh... tell someone to prepare a room and get a gurney quick! The man got ICP and basilar-something, take care of him, I gotta get some medicine."

Walking back to the two men, he flashes them a wide grin. "The gurney's taken care of! Now we just need to wait for it to come!"