Kataluna
Doctor vist
Catabolis Plutonian just sort of boggled as the woman backed away, head shaking back and forth like a pendulum. He looked at the curtain and then looked back at the surgeon, simply nonplussed. The sudden burst of adrenaline had loosened his lips. "Is there something in the water in this town, or what? Someone needs to do something about all the guns - though not mine. Actually, nevermind. What the hell am I doing here? Good luck with the surgery. Don't, uh, don't get shot again." He shook his head, incredulous, and made his way out.
Catabolis Plutonian stops, reaching into his pocket and scattering some business cards.
Vuthara Eizenhart placed one bag of fluids and another back of blood that was O negative. She then once the small cat had been placed on the metal table she then trailed the ends off, took some tape and placed it in her arm unceremoniously and taped it in there. Then then took some scissors and while she was proffesional in her practice she took this time to be quick. She took medical surgical scissors and cut Kat's shirt open and then very carefully moved to take her pants from the button, trying to unbutton hem and then she started to cut the pants away from her legs as well, she carefully removed all of the woman's closer, any bra's or underwear she wore as well as her socks and her shoes; but it was all very and quite quick. Then Vuthara turned and placed gloves upon her hands and she snapped those latex objects over fingers and prepared herself by closing her eyes, turning and putting on a surgical mask that would cover her face and she wrapped these around her ears. She then turned to look at Kat, assessing what wounds she could.
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth would have complained since these were new clothes as she felt the fabric tear open and then the pants. She had no wounds upon her lower half, mostly just her sides and womb, and shoulder. "No doctors...she mumbled to herself more then anyone else as she drifted out once more.
Keira Anatine looks towards Kat laying on the surgery table upon the brink of death. This did much for the kittens emotions as she choked back a sob like sound and fought with herself not to break down. Fingers curled inwards against the palms of her hands to rake the tips of sharpend claws across her flesh. "No doctors.. She's not a doctor.. She's umm a friend.." She used her most convincing voice to Kat even though the tiger was in and out of conciousness.. Golden orbs shifted towards Vuthara a moment before she twisted around on the heels of her shoes and slender legs would begin to move her body forewards into the next room. Keira did not have the mental capacity to deal with the emotional side of things. So she did what she usually did when she was weighed down with such a thing and took off to find someone to beat the crap out of.
Doctor vist
Catabolis Plutonian just sort of boggled as the woman backed away, head shaking back and forth like a pendulum. He looked at the curtain and then looked back at the surgeon, simply nonplussed. The sudden burst of adrenaline had loosened his lips. "Is there something in the water in this town, or what? Someone needs to do something about all the guns - though not mine. Actually, nevermind. What the hell am I doing here? Good luck with the surgery. Don't, uh, don't get shot again." He shook his head, incredulous, and made his way out.
Catabolis Plutonian stops, reaching into his pocket and scattering some business cards.
Vuthara Eizenhart placed one bag of fluids and another back of blood that was O negative. She then once the small cat had been placed on the metal table she then trailed the ends off, took some tape and placed it in her arm unceremoniously and taped it in there. Then then took some scissors and while she was proffesional in her practice she took this time to be quick. She took medical surgical scissors and cut Kat's shirt open and then very carefully moved to take her pants from the button, trying to unbutton hem and then she started to cut the pants away from her legs as well, she carefully removed all of the woman's closer, any bra's or underwear she wore as well as her socks and her shoes; but it was all very and quite quick. Then Vuthara turned and placed gloves upon her hands and she snapped those latex objects over fingers and prepared herself by closing her eyes, turning and putting on a surgical mask that would cover her face and she wrapped these around her ears. She then turned to look at Kat, assessing what wounds she could.
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth would have complained since these were new clothes as she felt the fabric tear open and then the pants. She had no wounds upon her lower half, mostly just her sides and womb, and shoulder. "No doctors...she mumbled to herself more then anyone else as she drifted out once more.
Keira Anatine looks towards Kat laying on the surgery table upon the brink of death. This did much for the kittens emotions as she choked back a sob like sound and fought with herself not to break down. Fingers curled inwards against the palms of her hands to rake the tips of sharpend claws across her flesh. "No doctors.. She's not a doctor.. She's umm a friend.." She used her most convincing voice to Kat even though the tiger was in and out of conciousness.. Golden orbs shifted towards Vuthara a moment before she twisted around on the heels of her shoes and slender legs would begin to move her body forewards into the next room. Keira did not have the mental capacity to deal with the emotional side of things. So she did what she usually did when she was weighed down with such a thing and took off to find someone to beat the crap out of.