now, to put it into perspective:

when gavin called her, she genuinely didn't think too much on it. she didn't think that it would be anything too serious, despite being told life-threatening. she didn't think it would be anything to warrant more than her to deal with it. she didn't think that it would.. be too big of a deal. imagine her glee when she finds out that she was, indeed, dreadfully wrong.

she's met with a woman, bloodied and carried by her pokemonwith gavin walking in, with less blood on his person - but still blood nonetheless. near instinctively, the doctor feels a bead of sweat fall from her forehead at the sight of it. it's alright, she tries to tell herself. she doesn't have to worry about much of anything. it'll be okay. she can stay grounded (for their sake alone, because she knows that her father could easily cover for her if things went awry).

"o-oh my gosh--" she starts, scrambling from her seat to approach the woman in attempt to help ease her position. it was a job that required more than her; that much was a fact that became painstakingly obvious. the normally anxious nurse takes a deep breath: the woman was in danger, and it was in everyone's best interest to get her laid down. with that, wendy immediately moves to the phone at her desk, pressing a single number for efficiency.

"y-yes, this is bones. i have two patients with serious injuries. please send in two nurses to assist me."

and she immediately gets off, making quick work to attend to the woman. "histamine, neuroma--" she pulls out two pokeballs, revealing an espeon, gourgeist, and gengar onto the floor. "psychic and properly carry her to the table. you two, standby." in the scenario where she would have to put the patient to sleep, or force her to stay awake.

she's careful, making sure that the patient doesn't move while on the table. "if you can hear me, stay still." her tone of voice changes, for the sake of the situation. the first thing to do is to disinfect the wound, even if it will hurt. so she pulls out an ice heal, with the intention to quickly melt the ice in a specific area. at least where it was still keeping the shoulder and object in place, but exposed the shoulder enough for her to numb it. she pulls out a needle, dipping it into a bottle of numbing agent after promptly cleaning a general area by the wound. then she injects it, hoping to eliminate feeling in the shoulder.

"gavin," she starts, with a somewhat, unfamiliar stern tone in her voice "how long was she like this? does she have family to contact?"

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"if i were worried about you, i'd be tending to you myself." she snaps, briefly, at gavin. she doesn't mean to, but it was moreso in the heat of the moment. though the blood did fall a slight bit, she never melted the entirety of it - so thankfully, the ice around the wound was still fairly intact. the ice kept the flow slow and, thankfully, it wasn't going all over the place. the most that was happening was that it was running down her skin, but she quickly wiped that off.

"one of the nurses, tend to gavin. the other one, come and assist me." the two nurses did as they were told, with one of them approaching the doctor and ready to assist however. the nurse by gavin could only give a slightly confused and apologetic glance, before gently tending to his own wounds.

the numbing agent was near immediate, stretching down the arm and to her fingers. she shouldn't be able to feel any pain, this way. as much as she would love to use her pokemon and make it done with, it just wasn't possible with the risks of human response to said pokemon. still, when she sees the moving, she can feel.. something in her snap. just a bit. the doctor hisses, a glare reaching her gaze as she uses a free hand to pin down the shaking wrist. "i said to stop fucking moving!" the woman growls.

she directs that glare over to gavin, from the corner of her eye. "and you," she starts, a hiss in her voice "you let the nurse treat you, too. i'd rather not get any more fucking blood on the floor." profanity after profanity, while her pokemon quietly observed her. she glares back down at the woman on the table, with the intention to gradually melt the ice. "and stay quiet. i'm only keeping you awake to make sure you're alive. a peep out of you, and i'll rip this spike right out and let your veins spill across the floor. you got it?" her morbid threat hisses again.

and with that, she holds her hand out for a scalpel to begin gently removing the dead and infected tissue.

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the scare got her to be quiet and obey, and that's all that "wendy" here would have wanted. by this point, there's a laser-like focus in her eyes as she continued to carve out numbed pieces of flesh, careful as to now induce further bleeding around the wound. she needed to carefully carve out the spike, as to not suddenly provoke a further loss of blood. if it were up to her, she would have easily severed the arm and just as easily played house with the little fingers for her own amusement. unfortunately, this was the workspace. therefore, she needed to treat it as such.

and she only breaks that attention momentarily, to retort.

"then how about you perform the surgery, if you're so fucking worried?" another slur from the otherwise shy woman's lips, which surprised the nurse who was working with gavin. "i'd sooner decorate the room with your shitty intestines. this isn't a charity." as far as the newer ones in the medical bay were concerned, she was nothing more than a sweet sheep of a doctor who wished for nothing but the betterment of a person's conditions.

not a woman who would take joy and pride in the writhing and pain of her patient, were she permitted.

but that's the vibe she gave off. the initial concern in her voice had dissipated into something that was annoyed and bothered. something that was uninterested and, ultimately, uncaring. still, she did her work. she picked the scalpel and carefully began cutting the infected flesh completely, before cleaning the wound out and properly disinfecting it.

the espeon sighs, softly, while using psychic to gently hold mcflurry in place. from the doctor's belt, a pokemon that hadn't been pulled out was a sylveon, who moved without the trainer's consent to gently wrap the ribbon feelers around the anxious trainer's good arm, hoping to soothe them from their fear.

she turns to the nurse handing the equipment. "bring me gauze. a lot of them. now. before a run this scalpel through your throat." she hisses once again, before turning her attention back to finishing up with the wound carving and clotting the blood that seeped from the new incisions. the nurse works, swiftly, though generally unfazed. this was a normal occurrence.

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blood doesn't scare her. not while she's like this.

enough for her to finish up with the wound, and begin chipping away at the spike that was in the woman's shoulder. she had to make another incision, but it wasn't anything that some pokemon couldn't fix up on their own. the nurse worked to clot blood when it did begin to flow, but for the most part, she made sure that it was a clear operation with her tweezers to get any stray bits.

give it more time, and any other rocks or debris would have been removed from the wound entirely, while also cleaned. if not for the numbing agent, it would have been too painful to bear. the sight itself was bloody and morbid already, with the sylveon laying her ribbon over the anxious trainer's eyes to ensure that she didn't have to witness it.

and with that, she pulls out the spike itself, without having to worry much about the surrounding tissue. she places it on a cart, then quickly has a gauze to gently pat the blood and have it clot. "... alright. minimal bleeding." she grumbles moreso to herself. "once she's stitched up, keep her in the medical bay. if she has any medical records, set time for a blood transfusion. stat." her words are an order, and the nurse at her side nods and promptly makes the call on a phone after removing the gloves.

in the meantime, wendy proceeds to stitching up the wound closed, and promptly cutting the thread once it's over. she takes a cotton ball and gently dabs the area, only now as it had left a large stitch spanning from the end of her shoulder blade to midway to her elbow.

"mcflurry, right?" she asks, this time in a less aggressive tone. "your bone was definitely broken during that, so i'll have some people come in to fit a cast on you. you'll also have to stay in the medical bay for a while so we can perform a blood transfusion. after that, the recovery period shouldn't be longer than a few days." thanks to pokemon, no doubt. not her own, of course.

"as for you," she turns her attention back to gavin, amethyst glare clear under evenly cut bangs. "your injuries aren't as serious, but they're still injuries. another doctor will come in and transport you both to your respective wards." with mcflurry going into the serious one, and gavin in the less.

and with that, the doctor takes off her gloves and removes the bloodied lab coat.

"are there any questions?"

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