I Swear By Apollo

[Asyla]

Shyra'Eden nar Ionea strolled through the Wards, stopping before a bar to reorientate. She pulled the bag a human patient had given her off her shoulder and begun running her fingers over her visor. If it wasn't for her helmet, she would run her fingers over her cheeks. However, the visor never allowed that outside of the flotilla, so the strange gesture became a habit. Reading the tiny signs marked with arrows, she attempted to find the nearest clinic. However, Shyra seemed to have stepped into a clinic-less area of the wards. Disappointed, she sat down on an empty bench and begun staring at the city.

It was a magnificient view, one she was not used to see in the Flotilla. Every now and then, a citizen would walk past her and stare at the quarian. The Medic was used to it, after all she had seen little to no quarians around these parts.
When she had enough of the view for a while, Shyra grabbed into her bag and pulled a phial with a purple liquid out, an experiment of hers. She was not yet sure it would work, but theoretically, it should slow down the heartbeat of species down that had a fast metabolism, such as salarians.
Shaking it every now and then, she absent-mindedly recorded any changes with it with her omni-tool.

[Ensayn]

Loken looked around his room frantically, he was losing lots of blood very quickly from the wound the asari bitch had inflicted on him. "I can't believe I trusted her!" He snarled to himself out loud. He yanked a dark blue shirt from his dresser and tossed it on his bed. He hastily pulled off the white shirt he had been wearing at the time and wrapped it around his chest, pulling it tight to apply pressure. He grabbed the shirt on his bed and yanked it on quickly. He looked at himself in the mirror to see if the blood wasn't noticeable, luckily, it wasn't.

He left his room quickly, remembering to lock his door just incase the asari would try to sneak back in and wait for him to get back. He headed out to the wards to get to a clinic as quickly as he could. He had lost alot of blood before, but with how deep the cut was, he'd pass out if he didn't get medical attention quickly.

He looked around, briefly glancing at the signs to which way the clinic was. He had almost forgotten, over the pounding headache he had from his biotic amp, the slight buzz he had from the couple of beers he had at Flux, and the lack of blood flow, since at the moment it was gushing from his wound. Suddenly, he noticed a quarian with red and white armor with some sort of chemical in a vial.

He couldn't find a way to the clinic, and for some reason, he was pretty sure this quarian was a medic. The armor color was a dead give away after all. He approached her quickly and sat down next to her, far enough to not draw attention, but close enough so he could talk to her without risk of being overheard. He turned to look at the quarian, and wasn't sure how to go about asking, it needed to be quick, but he would prefer if it wasn't awkward. He started with, "You wouldn't happen to be a doctor, would you?"

[Asyla]

Shyra didn't even stir as the turian sat down next to her. She didn't own the bench after all.

"You wouldn't happen to be a doctor, would you?"

"M-hmm."

The quarian merely affirmed, before slowly turning to look at the turian. The mercenary was slightly trembling, as if he was about to fall off the bench. That woke the student from her daydreams, she stood up and faced Loken.

"What's t-the matter with you?", she said with a heavy quarian accent.

[Ensayn]

"What's t-the matter with you?"

Loken wondered how he should say it. He could tell her outright, but she might freak out or something; drawing unneeded attention onto him. Or he could try and get her someplace quiet, show her, and hope to whatever higher beings there were that she would help him, or lie. He automatically ruled out lying. Showing would be far too awkward, so he had to go the direct approach.

"If I told you an asari tried to cut my heart out, literally, would you believe me?" He was hoping she would, and at least take a look. The longer he wasted time, the more he was bleeding out. He felt his blood dripping down his side, and realised that there was some of his blue blood dripping on the bench. "Thats not good..." He stated, pointing out the obvious.

[Asyla]

The quarian quickly grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder. Then, she violently took Loken's arm and pulled him along. The quarian was surprisingly strong, which was usual for her family of first mates used to do heavy work. Of course, the turian didn't know that.

Shyra brought him to a close store which was already closed. Quickly, the student opened the employee entrance with her omni-tool, probably further surprising the turian, before shoving the turian inside.

Quickly closing the door behind her, Eden pressed the turian down into a lying position, taking out a sharp scalpel. Without even hesitating, she quickly cut his shirt open, which was stained blue by the turian's blood by now.
"You wanted discretion, right? Judging from your sneaky approach."

Shyra looked at the pale turian's face and smiled reassuring under her visor, before turning her attention to his wound. The cut was deep, probably lethal.
But Eden ignored this possibility and placed her three-fingered hand onto the wound, applying pressure. He was bleeding too strong.

The quarian again pulled out the purple liquid and opened it before holding it close to the turian's nostrils.

"Breath in once."

[Ensayn]

Loken was watching the quarian carefully, but the next thing he knew he was being half-dragged forcefully by the surprisingly strong female. It was quite a shock, and he couldn't even be sure if she was dragging him someplace quiet to help him, or dragging him somewhere to... who knows what.

Then the quarian stopped in front of a locked door to some sort of store. She unlocked it and pulled him in but he took almost no notice of that fact. Then she pressed him down and then he was on the ground, and a second later, he was shirtless. He wanted to make some sort of joke, but he didn't.

"You wanted discretion, right? Judging from your sneaky approach."

"It wasn't sneaky, it was inconspicuous." He replied, sounding defensive. Then he felt her hand press firmly against the wound and he groaned in discomfort. Then she pulled out that vial of purple stuff he had seen her with when he first approached her. As she told him to breathe, he did, taking one deep breath, albeit shallow and ragged, breath.

((you can post what it does to him, since I don't know the specifics.))

[Asyla]

The turian's heartbeat almost immediately slowed down, just as Shyra had predicted. Normally, the patient had to drink the liquid, but in the case of races with a normal metabolism that might prove deadly.
The blood flow slowed down as well, allowing Eden to work with a better view.

"Now stay conscious, if you feel nauseous or sleepy, tell me immediately."

Of course, the slowed heartbeat made this task difficult and unconsciousness more likely, but judging from this turian's appearance and behaviour, he was a soldier or mercenary. Quickly, the quarian emptied her bag onto the floor, which was already bloody in some places.

"Oh, and, erm, maybe you should know. I'm not a doctor...yet. I'm just a student."
Ignoring his reaction to this probably shocking revelation, she continued her treatment.
With a bandage, she first wiped the blood away, clearing the view onto the wound itself.
Quickly sorting out a disinfection spray from a black purse that had been in her bag as well, she covered the area around the wound with it. Then the quarian grabbed a clamp and, well, clamped the biggest arteries that were wounded she could find.
A single spray of blood sprayed out from the turian's chest, covering the quarian's visor with the blue liquid. She ignored the worrying incident, quickly wiping most of it away with her wrist.
Was that his heart that was slowly beating under her hands? Interesting. The turian heart seemed to be more to the left than the human one.

Eden readied needle and thread for the final stage, before turning to regard the damage. The blade that had pierced this turian's chest had scratched two rib bones, but luckily not enough to be a serious fracture that wouldn't heal on itself. After fixing the arteries, Eden quickly removed the clamps to restore the bloodflow.

She now closed the wound, stitching the chest back together. Loken was obviously in pain, but that didn't worry the quarian too much. The pain would keep him awake throughout this last obstacle.
As she finished treating the wound, she sprayed disinfection liquid over it again, before turning to the turian's face.

Her three fingers pushed the turian's mandibles apart, checking his teeth. They weren't stained blue by blood. Good.

Breathing out deep, Shyra expected the slowed heart-beat effect to wear down in any moment now, before beginning to bandage the stitched wound.

"That was a close call. You still alive?", the quarian spoke with an exhausted voice.

[Ensayn]

Loken started to feel strange, his heartbeat slowed exponentially, and he started to feel a bit lightheaded, nothing too bad though. He listened to her instructions and simply nodded, he wasn't going to waste breath speaking unless absolutely nessecary.

"Oh, and, erm, maybe you should know. I'm not a doctor...yet. I'm just a student."

"Woah woah woah..." He said quickly, before she started working. "Isn't that something you should say BEFORE you get me all ready?" He was worried, but it needed to be done, and at least she was in training, as compared to knowing nothing. "Just, don't kill me." He pleaded.

Loken felt cloth rubbing away the blood already on his chest. Then she sprayed it with disinfectant, which would normally have stung quite a bit, but it went almost unfelt by him. The he felt some sort of strange pulling sensation inside of his chest. 'Ugh, wish she'd have at least knocked me out...'

Then he heard some sort of liquid hit a solid surface, and tried to see what had happened, but couldn't see. Suddenly, he could feel something pressing against his heart, and that felt weird to say the least.

Again he felt a pulling sensation inside of his chest, nothing was hurting, but it was uncomfortable and strange at the very least. Then she seemed to be finish, stitching the gaping wound in his chest shut, and then checking his mouth.

"That was a close call. You still alive?"

"I don't know, you tell me." He retorted.

[Asyla]

Sighing relieved, Shyra sat back and started sorting her equipment.
"The blade almost pierced your heart. Instead it hurt several arteries, but I managed to fix them all." 'I hope.' she completed in her mind.
She slowly helped him up into a sitting position, placing him against a wall.
"Now don't move yet, your... blood..." the quarian paused, looking over her messed up suit which was completely stained by the turian's blue blood. She looked like a serial killer right now.
"Er, your circulation system needs to get running again. Don't apply too much pressure to your chest for the next few days...or weeks? And you should be fine..."
Again she looked down at her suit, beginning to wipe away what she could. In fact, the whole room was a mess. The employees would get a nasty surprise the next day, Shyra thought. The thought amused her though.

"Sorry about the whole, well, lack... of professional treatment. There's no clinic near-by I could have brought you to, though."

Her hand stirred as she wanted to offer him a handshake, remembering his weakened status though, she skipped the gesture.

"I'm Shyra'Eden nar Ionea."

[Ensayn]

"Do you know for sure or are you just guessing?" Loken said, his voice in an almost teasing tone, highly unnatural for him. He let himself go limp so it was easier for her to drag him over to a wall, where she propped him up. Then he started to look at her, and his stomach lurched, she was covered in his blood. Then he looked around the room, and there were splatters of his blood everywhere. That made him very unsettled. "Holy shit..." He breathed in a mixture of surprise, shock, and horror.

"Sorry about the whole, well, lack... of professional treatment. There's no clinic near-by I could have brought you to, though."

"Thats perfectly fine." He said, sounding sincere. "It just came as a shock was all." Although all possibility of Loken giving his trust since the Asari had tricked and betrayed his trust were now slim to none, the Quarian had just saved his life, and that had to count for something. "I'm not dead, and its all thanks to you." He told her.

He noticed her hand move a bit, then suddenly stop, and realised she had wanted to give him a handshake. The thought amused him slightly. "I'm Loken." He told her. Only his first name was ever given, even to anyone who proved that they were worthy of his absolute trust. No one knew his last name except for him... and his parents...

[Asyla]

Shyra nodded as the injuried turian introduced himself as Loken. But didn't turians have surnames as well?
Not entirely sure, she stood up and looked around. Sooner or later, someone was gonna follow the blood trail. And at the moment, there was only blood on the floor, creating a scene of cold-blooded murder.
The quarian got the used bandages back out and threw them onto the floor, making the location seen more like an improvised treatment like it was.
Shyra didn't want trouble with C-Sec.

The only problem was her suit. Most races had the freedom to take it off and have it cleaned, but she would have to do it by hand in order to not expose her fragile immune system to the 'dirty' Wards.
Eden looked back at the turian, getting an idea.

"Uh, I don't suppose I could clean myself up at your place?"

[Max]

Max was wandering the wards after his time in Flux. It was still early or him, and he just had no urge to sleep yet, he wanted an adventure. Besides that, he wanted time alone to think on the splitting head pain he had suffered, it was the first time he had felt that, and he wondered if his Biotic treatment had gone awry and it was now showing.

Something pulled Max out of his head, a smell, then a sight, of blood. It was just a few trickles, so he thought nothing of it, merely a nosebleed. However, the few trickles grew as the path went on, and this intrigued Max to no end. Drawing his pistol, he followed the path to a closed shop door, and put his ear against it. He knew the owner of the shop, a friend of his who had helped him out with some jobs. He owed the guy, and he wasn't about to let people vandalise the shop, especially when he heard a voice.

"Uh, I don't suppose I could clean myself up at your place?"

'What the hell happened? Some crazy kinky sex that got out of hand? I better find out.' Max thought to himself as he opened the door, putting in the lock code he knew.

Walking in with his pistol raised, Max asked a single question, "What the hell are you doing?" As he asked he scanned the room quickly to get a hold of the scene, and it was then he noticed the bandages and the blood. This was no sex spot, but a makeshift emergency room. It didn't lower his suspicions however, and he kept his gun raised.

[Asyla]

As Shyra heard the noise, she jumped and turned around. Startled, she rose both of her hands, surrendering at once.

"N-nothing, I j-just had to use th-this place as a...an emergency room."

The quarian didn't expect the employees of this store to be armed. Was this another weapon store? Or a criminal meeting place?
Eden slowly began to step back, increasing the space between her and the armed human. Maybe the turian would think of something.

"I m-meant no trouble..."
Of course that sentence sounded weird with all the blood on her suit, but that's what it was.

[Ensayn]

Loken watched Shyra intently as she suddenly started dropping bloody bandages on the floor. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing, but then he realised, he had been leaking a blood trail all the way from the bench to where he was. Someone was bound to follow it. He couldn't move, or else he would be helping.\

"Uh, I don't suppose I could clean myself up at your place?"

He didn't get a chance to reply because he heard the sound of the door opening and he swung his head to the direction of the door, staring daggers at the intruding human, with a weapon. 'Great.' He sighed mentally, 'The one time you go out without a weapon and you're getting a gun aimed at you. Bravo Loken...'

The wounded turian looked up at the human from where he was, still propped up against the wall. He wasn't as bloody anymore, but the stitches were still prominent on his bare muscled chest. His eyes were fixed on his every move incase this armed human tried doing something stupid. He heard Shyra try to stutter out a response, and he couldn't blame her, getting a gun pointed at you, if you're a civilian, can give quite the shock.

Then she started to back up, she was worried, very worried. He reached up to grip a countertop and then pulled himself up. He wouldn't do any good to anyone if he was sitting down when shit hit the fan. He was still staring at the newcomer, and remembered his question.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same question, human."

[Max]

Max stood there with his weapon pointed at the Quarian, the Turian didn't look like he could do anything slouched on the ground like that.

"N-nothing, I j-just had to use th-this place as a...an emergency room. I m-meant no trouble..."

It made sense, blood all over the place, bandages on the floor, and her nervousness. She wasn't a warrior, a civilian doctor. While thinking, the Turian began to stand, and Max swiveled the gun to his direction; until he noticed the fresh stitches on his chest and the blood covering him.

"I could ask you the same question, human."

Before answering, Max lowered his arm, and put the gun back in the holster. If something happened, he had his biotics, if not well no need to seem confrontational. "You the one who broke into me friend's shop here. Not to mention makin' a mess of things."

Then looking over at the Quarian, he quickly said, "Don't worry ma'am, I ain't gonna shoot ya, I just saw the blood and wanted to make sure ain't nothin' wrong happenin' in here."