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Cain remembered what he had just thought, and slumped back a bit.

"Geez..." he muttered.

"When it rains, it... pours..." he said further, realising what it was he had just said. "To coin a... poorly timed, yet exceedingly appropriate phrase." he commented further.

He then sighed, and shook his head.

"Well, all we can do is wait." he told her.

"Hopefully you'll have news soon. And GOOD news, too."

"...what?" Cain muttered.

"A draydin attack?" he asked. "But... that's..." he started to mutter further, before she received a response.

Possibly. She went there in response to the global situation. it read.

I'll let you know more when I know more. the next one told her.

"...it makes no sense." Cain mumbled.

"Draydins are... well... I mean, they're so rare. And the ones that come to mind are friends of hers."

Cain just sighed.

"I'm sure he just didn't want to worry you with too much information." he then said, before her phone blipped, indicating she had a text. It was from her father, who had sent it just after he'd hung up the phone.

The long and short of it is she was the victim of a draydin attack. I don't know anything else about it, myself, but her wound was pretty bad. I administered first aid to her on Angela's instruction, until she was brought to the Unit. That is really all I know right now. it read.

At the same time, Cain was wondering something to himself.

'... she's in the medical wing suddenly... wonder if it has anything to do with the recent global weather-related chaos?' he asked himself, though he figured that would be a HELL of a stretch, and odds were this was just bad coincidence.

"..." Cain was silent for a moment, processing this.

"I... I see." he said.

"That's... concerning, to massively understate it." he commented.

"But from what I've heard, Angela is a literal life-saver there, so... I'm sure she's in good hands." he said further.

"...the hell happened, I wonder..." he then mumbled.

"I..."' Hal muttered. "I'm not going to lie, can't say... for certain." he admitted.

"However, Angela is more than competent and capable, so I am optimistic about her chances." he then assured her.

"Whenever I get news. I'll let you know." he said.

"Love you." he finished, before they ended the call, and Cain sat down beside Lunet.

"Hey." he said.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

Hal made his way to the waiting room, where he took out his phone, and made a call.

"Hi Lunet, it's me." he said when they answered.

"Your mother and I are at the Unit medical wing." he told her. "Your mother needed some medical attention, and I'll fill you in fully later. Just know that Angela is working on her, and she should be fine." he continued.

"You going to be all right?" he asked.

"Or do you need me to be home?"

She was correct in her assumption, and as soon as she texted Hal the information, not 5 seconds later, he appeared in the room, with Hollie in his arms. He then laid the woman down, and looked at Angela.

"Please help her." he said.

"I'm going to get out of your way." he told her.

"I'm going to go... well, odds are I'll hang around here in the medical wing." he sighed.

"I have... nowhere else I need to be." he shrugged, before thinking about something.

"...yes, I'm going to go sit in the waiting area, and make a needed call."

Zeke returned the kiss, and nodded.

"All right." he said.

"I'll let you know if things improve or get worse with Liv... though they really shouldn't get worse." he reasoned.

"But I'm off." he told her.

"See you later." he finished, before disappearing from where she was, and leaving her alone.

Hal just sighed when the call was ended, and quickly grabbed what she told him he needed.

"Three minutes." he said. "I'm holding you to that, Angela." he told the air.

Meanwhile, Zeke looked at Angela as she said what she did, in the tone she had, and nodded.

"Got it." he said, extending a hand. "I know better to ask questions when you have THAT urgent a tone in your voice." he said further as she grabbed his hand. The two of them then disappeared from where they were, bypassing the barrier around the Unit (thanks to his celestial mana, and Hal deciding that barriers against such things were a fruitless endeavour), and appearing in Angela's office directly.

"And we're here." he said.

"Need me to hang around, or want me to go back and be with Liv?" he asked her.

Hal just cursed at the response, and called her.

"Yeah, hello." he said when she answered.

"Looks like a slashing wound across her torso, which may or may not have additional effects in it." he told her.

"Hard to tell when dealing with draydins." he muttered.

"So yeah, some advice on first aid would be greatly appreciated, and the faster, the better." he continued.

"She's losing energy and strength as we speak."

Hal just sighed.

"We can talk about my comment later." he said.

"For now, yes, you need medical help." he went on, rising to his feet.

"And I do. My own head medic, Angela, and her team will be able to mend you pretty quickly." he assured her. "Maybe not as fast as your regular doctor, but their record speaks for itself." he continued.

"As for discretion, all those that work there are under STRICT confidentiality agreements." he then stressed. "I can mana us there directly, and less people will see you through the hallways and corridors." he added, before thinking about it.

"...even better, I'm texting Angela and asking her to reserve a room for us to teleport right in, so NOBODY sees you, except those that tend to you." he then said, taking his phone out and sending the request text.

"....." again, Hal was silent.

"Yes. You DO need to go." he told her. "To the hospital." he said further.

"Look at what those damn savages did to you." he then growled, pointing at her torso... before he then paused, and looked away a little, a puzzled expression on his face now.

It seemed he had a moment where he'd thought 'why did I just say that?'

However, he shook his head a little, and looked back at her.

"Hollie, you're bleeding. Badly." he said. "If that's not tended to, you may very well bleed to death." he went on. "From what you've told me, and from what I've seen of draydins, the wounds they inflict are more often than not more than what meets the eye."

Hal was silent for only a moment... not even 2 seconds, before he snapped his fingers.

"Done." he said.

At the same instant that he did that, Anna burst through the weakened vine wall, and she looked ready to tear Hollie limb from limb. However, just as she was about to crash into the mage, Hollie saw her fall unconscious, and she disappeared from where she was, appearing in the den she had just been in.

She knew that back at the house, from what she had seen, Anna would, indeed, be unconscious. Out cold.

And so was Andrew. To which she then really and truly recalled how he was covered with cuts, gashes, bruises, and it even looked like there were places where Anna had used her rotting ability on him... however, those looked to be shallow and superficial, thank heavens.

Still didn't change the fact that he looked like the victim of a brutal assault. But the stasis would help, at least.

"What the hell HAPPENED!?" Hal exclaimed when he saw her, and the wound she'd received.

"...." Andrew was silent for a moment.

"...kind of." he said.

"It's... it's one of the reasons that Anna is as violent and angry as she is." he told her, as the throwing got more violent, and the screaming got more intense.

"When I say the planet is unstable, it's... it's almost like something wrong with the c-" he started to say further, before a thorny vine suddenly emerged from the floor beneath them, impaling Andrew through his side, and slashing at Hollie's torso, as she was standing close to him.

"AGH!" Andrew cried out in pain, as his concentration waned, and the vines started to weaken and wiggle, losing their structural integrity.