Free the Flyers…. Locked to the Medical Crew

[lordwinnowill]

((OOC note: This thread is locked to Doctors at the moment. Winnowill is powerful, and does want to corrupt your characters, but I won’t do anything of that sort that has not been cleared OOC first. :D She will mostly be doing this through interaction,  rather than magic. She’s been a long time without her games, she means to enjoy this one.))

 

 

She appeared just outside of sickbay, wearing only her long black hair. Of course, her hair was long enough and voluminous enough to cover her bone white skin, if she wished it. Normally when she stood in her gown, her hair had to be draped over a partially raised arm, and still the bend of it and tail nearly drag the ground. Now she wore none of her usual elegance, falling to all fours in the corridor.

 

Medics on their way to sick bay for their shift rushed her, rushed to the seemingly injured woman in the hall. She let them take her arms, help her. Her four fingered hands closed over their five fingered offered ones. One long nail shifted and the man felt just the slightest moment of pain, as though her nail pressed too hard, and then the pain vanished as she healed it, using the healing to draw what she needed from his mind. Just a little. There were some for whom the need was to teach, as well as to heal. She wanted to be open to that need as well. She knew what she needed to know, now. Just enough.

 

The medics brought her into the sick bay. “Doctor!” one of them called. And for the first time she looked up, large dark eyes meeting the gaze of whoever was coming to help her. Find a need… fill a need…. She managed not to smile, letting slight fear show in her eyes instead, ears, long and pointed sticking out of her hair.