User blog comment:SilentRanger/Monster Girl Roleplay/@comment-12.249.147.238-20140409180253/@comment-24934423-20140806131035

Looking up at Mara, he noticed something was wrong. Why wasn't she responding to his question? He did his best to get his eyes to focus, and he saw that her hands and the corner of her mouth were twitching, as if she were driven mad. Alarmed, he turned to the Lich and said, "Let me up."

"No," the medic flatly replied. Not noticing Mara's condition due to focusing her attention on Robert's wounds, she looked at him briefly from the corner of her eye before shifting her gaze back at the injury.

Knowing that every second counted, he repeated himself with more assertiveness. "I said, let me up!"

"No," she repeated, denying him for the second time. "If you get up, you'll make your injuries worse."

Adrenaline began to flow through his system as he fought the Red Slime to get up. "Damn it! This is an emergency! I don't have time for this!," he yelled as he glared at the Lich.

The Red Slime on top of him found herself having difficulty keeping him still. She looked at his face and said, "Please, you have to stay-" before noticing the desperation in his eyes.

The medic sighed. "No," she said again, "I know you want to get back up and fight, but-" At that point, her assistant put a hand on her shoulder, drawing her attention.

"He needs to get up," she told the doctor. "I've seen that look before. He needs to get to someone important to him."

The Lich, realizing that the one making this procedure possible was supporting her patient, sighed in frustration. "...Fine," she said with distaste, "but don't you dare do anything reckless." She nodded at her assistant, who then pulled her slime off of him.

"Reckless?," Robert said as he struggled to stand, "I don't think I've ever done anything more reckless in my life!" Finally on his feet, he walked over to Mara. Once he was right in front of her, he moved her bangs from in front of her eyes and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Mara," he said softly as he looked into her eyes, "please, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Meanwhile, a Holstaurus wet nurse walks over to Lock's group. Looking over his shoulder, she squirms a bit at the gruesome sight of the man on the meat hook. She then looks over to the little Jinko, whose stomach growls audibly. "Excuse me," she said to Lock and the little tiger, "would either of you like something to drink?"