"Hey, come on. Stay with me."
It was clear there were traces of consciousness in this person's eyes as they seemed to struggle to stay open. While Riven managed most of the heavy lifting in terms of stopping the bleeding and tending to the cuts, she knew for a fact that it wasn't going to be the best. Despite not knowing whether or not this person could pay for proper medical attention, Riven figured she would just have to bite the bullet and take her anyway.
Without further stalling, the sinner would carefully lift the fallen angel into her arms, carrying her bridal style, and rushing out of the alleyway in order to find the nearest hospital. Thankfully one wasn't too far and she was accustomed to running in those ridiculous heels now. But the sight from the receptionist must have been something else when Riven kicked the door down and ran up to her. It wasn't every day that a sinner wearing a weird bunny outfit would barge in carrying a severely injured Exorcist.
"She needs help. I did most of the work to stop the bleeding, but you guys still need to look at her."
The imp receptionist just looked awkwardly and puzzled at the duo before her. She could tell immediately that the person in her arms was an angel. It was plain to see considering her appearance and the ichor stains everywhere. The receptionist clearly never heard of a sinner helping an Exorcist. It befuddled the mind and she had to clarify that this sinner knew what she was doing.
"Ma'am, you realize she's--"
"Yes, yes, that's fine. Just hurry up and take her!"
The bunny interrupted the imp behind the counter, thinking she was about to say that she was uninsured or something trivial. If that were the case, Riven would just pay for her with the money she'd saved up over the years and this girl could pay her back later. But in the receptionist's eyes, she assumed Riven knew about her being an Exorcist, and had the heart of a saint. Without further delay, the imp paged an emergency team of Sloth demons to come and help. Riven would carefully lower her onto a gurney they brought over. The demons then carted her off to the back to attend to her injuries in a more professional manner while Riven waited in the lobby.
This gave her plenty of time to reflect on her reasoning for doing this. It just seemed wrong to leave a victim of an Exorcist attack to die on their own. It would be even worse if she were new to Hell and was caught unaware. Another part of her was reminded of her old days as a soldier, wanting to patch up her injured units after enemy attacks. Everything seemed so chaotic and hectic back then, just as they are now.
She wasn't sure how much time passed, but by the time the doctors came back to check on Riven, the bunny had just returned from being lost in thought in one of the lobby chairs. Speaking with the doctor, it was clear he reapplied bandage wraps and administered proper medication to the patient. He then listed off a bunch of administered drugs that she had no idea how to even pronounce, despite having just heard them. His instructions were to have her rest and recover whilst taking prescribed medicine. He also mentioned that thanks to her...unique constitution, she would heal a lot faster than most.
With a sigh of relief, Riven then thanked the doctor, settled the debt at the counter, and went back to once again carry the Exorcist in her arms. It wasn't the best method of transportation, but seeing as Riven had walked to work today, it was all she had. She considered hailing a cab, but her place wasn't too far, and these seedy types would probably charge a fortune for getting blood on their seats, as if they weren't already stained with far worse.
It wasn't too long of a walk, thankfully. A brisk pace got the two back to Riven's home in no time. It was a rather shabby looking rented townhouse in the slums of the city. But thankfully, Riven wasn't too messy, so her bedroom would be mostly clean, save for a few tossed about shirts and pants. The house itself was in decent shape. It held a small living room with a couch and television set, connected to an open kitchenette. There was a small hallway that led to Riven's bedroom, which was right across from a laundry room. In her bedroom was the only bathroom in the place. To say it was modest living was an understatement.
The bunny placed the injured girl in her bed carefully, lowering her head on to the pillows, while making sure it remained elevated somewhat. She managed to get the covers over her so she could rest. Afterwards, she would place the prescribed medicine on the nightstand next to her, along with a glass of water. Riven then wrote a quick note, in case she woke up before Riven did. The note read as followed:
'Hey, I found you in an alley after an Exorcist attack and got you patched up. Making this note if you wake up before me. Doc said to take the meds at your bedside and take it easy. We can talk in the morning. Or if you have a place to stay and want to leave, that's fine too. Just don't steal my shit, ok?'
It would have to do for now. With everything accounted for, Riven decided to spend some time for herself by grabbing a change of clothes and getting changed in her bathroom. She came out wearing black pajama pants and a loose fitting tee shirt with the name of a metal band on it called 'Pentakill'. She took one last look at this injured person and sighed. What a hectic day. With any luck, she'll feel a lot better soon. For now, Riven went out to the living room and immediately crashed on her couch, tired from the exhaustion the day brought her. She knew she would catch flak from her boss for leaving early without telling anyone, but she didn't care. Right now, she was face first into a small couch pillow and out like a light, drooling on her arm and even slightly snoring.
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