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Prad soon finds himself being aided onto another stretcher which is then carried over to a raised cot. Immediately doctors begin examining his burn marks and tattered areas, using a gentle touch only acquired from years of experience.

“These burns and lacerations are very unusual, young man.” One human doctor with a short white beard says. It is clear by his authority that he holds a high place amongst the others as he seems to deal out orders and directions. “Bring me anesthetics. I need bandages. Hot Water! My tool bag you fool.”

The old doctor soon notices that Prad is shaking like a leaf. Soon a small innocent smile appears on the old man’s face. “It’s alright, young man. I do not know what terrible things you’ve been through to get in such a state. But I promise you’ll be alright.”

The doctor takes one more glance over Prad, noticing his hands and arms suffer the worst. “These areas of burn skin must be tended to, and debrided of all dead tissue so that we can save the healthy. We have several healers here who can use magic to grow the skin back, but this dead skin must go.”

Suddenly Prad finds his head being stroked or petted by a Werewolf. She looked over him from atop his head. She had pale gray fur, she was missing half of her left ear, and a scar ran down her one cheek. She very pretty tan skin and an athletic tone to her legs, arms and abdominals, as if she were a trackstar. She wore a nurses scrub which looked somewhat silly for Werewolf as they don’t tend to wear much of anything. Though Prad noticed most of all she had a fang just barely poking out from the right side of her closed lips.

“Ah, Roda. Excellent timing. Now then young man, would you like to be treated?” Old man asks to reassure Prad he only wishes to help.

“It’s okay. We’ll fix you up.” Roda speaks softly while looking down on him with silvery eyes, continuing to stroke his hair.