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Nathan's eyes widened for a moment.

And his face turned red.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-" he stammered on repeat, before mentally slapping himself.

"O-Oh. Right." he then said.

"I've done this once before." he remembered.

All the while, his eyes just couldn't help but stare at her voluptuous body.

".....?" Nathan was visibily confused, but nodded.

"Yes'm." he replied.

He then quickly changed into more medically appropriate garb... which was essentially putting on his white lab coat... and left the storage area. He made his way to where Angela had told him Anya was, and knocked on the door lightly.

Once he did so, he started to open the door.

"Hello, Anya." he said as he did so.

"What brings you in?" he asked.

"....." Nathan was silent for a moment.

He was about to comment on her compliment on his organization skills, but her last statement overrode it.

"Ah?" he muttered.

"Oh, okay." he said.

"I can do that, sure." he told her.

"Admittedly, that's surprising." he went on.

"I assume the rest of the staff are kinda busy, so you need me to do a bit of a follow-up on when she was last here?" he asked, his complete and utter naivety showing through to her once more.

It didn't take long before she found him.

He was in one of the supply rooms, opening a box and sorting it.

"...headache meds... ibuprofen... shelf A..." he went on, putting the bottle up and then ticking it on a list.

"....gauze... drawer 3..." he continued, putting it away and ticking it off.

He then paused and looked at Angela.

"Oh, hello." he greeted her with a smile.

"Just finishing up with the latest shipment we got in." he told her.

Ever since he started working there, their organization for supplies had become SO much better. He seemed to be a whiz with that sort of thing, and it freed up Angela's time for more hands-on work.

Chris paused when the one that had approached him spoke.

"...huh?" he muttered.

"We... we do?" he asked.

"I... uh..." he then stammered, surprised at how her voice was suddenly... well... her, and at the same time, not-her.

"Sure?" he replied.

"Right now?" he asked.

"And if so, here or elsewhere?" he asked further.

On the other side of the room, someone else was sitting and eating.

And occassionally glancing over towards them.

It was always extremely brief, and he never said or did anything more.

He the sighed as Azari stepped up to him.

"You doing okay?" he asked.

"Yes." Chris replied.

"Nothing out of sorts or wonky or anything?" Azari asked further.

"I'm fine. Nothing's wrong." Chris insisted.

Azari then let out a breath of relief, and quickly left, causing Chris to roll his eyes slightly.

'Jackass.' he thought.

'Only cares because if I'm NOT okay, that bitch'll-' he started to think further, before suddenly freezing.

Why did he think that? Why did THAT course of thought enter his mind?

He read the texts and nodded to himself, as he and Hazel made their way to one of the examination rooms.

Once there, Hazel sat on one of the tables, and Ilias took out a small tin from his pocket, withdrawing a mint from it.

"Here." he said, placing it in her palm.

"This should help." he told her.

"I'll get you something to drink." he went on.

"Then we'll do a full biometric scan." he continued.

"See if there's anything ELSE going on."

"....oh." Ilias replied.

"I see." he said, jotting that down.

"Of course." he then told her.

"Come on." he said, starting to walk.

"We'll see about getting something to calm that down." he said further.

On his way, he sent a message to Kiah.

Hazel's back. Has an almost-migraine. the message said, to let her know Hazel had returned, and to expedite getting something to help her with.

When she made her way to the lab, she was greeted by Ilias.

"Welcome back, Hazel." he greeted her.

"We've been expecting you." he told her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"And I don't mean in a 'give-me-a-full-detailed-report' way." he clarified.

"I'm... just asking." he shrugged.

"How are you doing?"

"....." Tyson was silent for a moment.

"Then go." he said.

"Wait." he muttered.

"I assume you're taking him to the medical wing." he continued.

"One of us is taking him there, and the other is calling ahead so Angela and her crew know to expect him." he told her.

"Who's doing what?" he asked.

"What's faster, in your opinion?"

When she got inside, she found that she wasn't running into anyone immediately... until Ty showed up.

"Hazel?" he addressed her.

"Wait, Azazel?" he then said, noticing her companion.

"Azazel?" he addressed him, but the demon gave no answer.

"Is he all right?" he then asked Hazel.

"What happened?" he asked further.

"Last I checked, he was getting ready to head home."

Hazel might not have been able to see... but that didn't mean she was blind.

What she saw was, essentially, an outline, or thermal mana-image of Azazel.

He was standing upright... completely still.

But he then collapsed to the ground.

Utterly and completely crumpled to it.

And he wasn't moving any longer.

Jake could see that Anya had doubts about that explanation.

Hell, he did, too.

But what other explanation WAS there?

"Anyway..." he said.

"We'll do some 'purification' stuff to make sure that, if it was a hex bag, it shouldn't do anything to you, anymore." he told her.

"All right?" he asked.

"And we'll take it day by day." he went on.

"Just... let me know if there's ANYTHING I can do for you." he continued.

"And I mean that. ANYTHING in my power."

Jake shook his head.

"I don't know." he said. "I just... I don't know." he admitted.

"Whatever it was that did this to you was... well, it was clearly precise and not aimed at me." he went on.

"And no, I have no idea what it could be." he then sighed.

"Izea thinks it might have been some new form of hex bag." he offered to her as an explanation.

"I've never heard of a hex bag doing something like this, or being THIS devastating, but you know as well as I do that dark witches are coming up with new things all the time." he continued.

"Perhaps this was just a particularly nasty one, and you were the unlucky test subect?" he suggested.