Delta medic station

The room where most people go when injured from the wonderland games or the carnival corpse. consider yourself lucky that you survived~

Asher quicky walked in carrying his shoes with one hand and holding his balled up shirt in the other pressed up against his chest in efforts to stop to much bleeding, however he kept his black jacket on. One of the nurses looked over to him and he walked towards her. His eyes looked into hers then down at his chest. "Your going to need to do something about this" he said not beating around the bush. He sat upon on of the cots as the nurse went to get supplies.

A few seconds later she came back and began to treat him. "So was it the dog races or the another cafeteria fight?" she asked. Injury was very common in the DW and the stories were always gruesome. "Carnival corpse" he replied. "Ah not many people make it out of that one...so who were you up against?" she asked with a hint of interest.

Ash looked down at his wound before speaking. "Zac..." he said lowely. She quickly looked at him in astonishment. "Zac?!" she said outloud. Everyone in to room looked at them and began to whisper to one an other. "Damn liar!" a man shouted from across the room. Zac was a legend in the DW for being the most crazy and powerful deadman in all of the DW. In fact only one other person had walked away from a fight with Zac..until now.

Asher sighed as he looked at the man "Believe what you want" he said as he looked back down at his chest "I got all the proof right here". Asher dint care if they believed or not he just wanted to get out of there. "Im almost done" the nurse said as she began to get the gauze. "Please remove your jacket". He did and she began to wrap the gauze around his chest.

Skye was setting in a cot very near to the one Ash chose to sit in. She had her head down and was just waiting for the doctor to come back. She had her own little piece of patch work, a square cut of gause taped to four places on her bare outer stomach, her shirt laying next to her in tatters covered in blood. She had large hand marks on her arms, two on each one. Two people had held her hard while someone else tried to stab her. Just cuase her arms were bound didn't mean her body was.

She listened to Ash tell his tale just as everyone else did. She's heard the rumors, she's heard the stories, you don't mess with Zac. But she was fairly new here, and she was also fortunate enough not to be a deadman. However what she was thinking about was the prize money deadman get after fighting in the Carnival Corpse.. If he was here and breathing, that means he must have gotten loads of it.. She was pretty low on funds and she just had her last candy.

By the time the loudmouth spoke up Skye was handed a priscription bag and a new shirt. She takes the bag but skips the shirt. She was in prision for crying out loud, modesty didn't matter, skill did. She stands up and grabs the rags from the cot. The rest of her outfit was fully in tact, tough leather pants that wrapped tightly around her butt and flared over her dark brown heels boots. There were stains on the pants and she examines them as she buckles the belt back up, tucking her tattered shirt in her back pocket, which left only a simple black bra to cover her up as moved through out the building. Only other thing she wears is a necklace with a orange jewel hanging low on her neck, a gift from her dead mother.

She stands there and eyes the guy who came in, he was busy getting bandaged up. Her eyes go to the jacket hanging just to the side, then smirks. It had to be the easiest lift she's made in a while. She walks past everyone and just casually picks up the jacket on her way out, even pulling it on. It was still warm... And it smelt of the material. She hugs herself for a second then continues on her way.

The nurse was just about done with the gauze and Ash thanked her. He put his hand back to grab the jacket and looked to see nothing there he then looked towards the door catching a glimpse of the women leaving. "Son of a bitch...I can never catch a break" he sighs as he gets off the cot and begins to walk out nonchalantly if she noticed him to quick shed obviously just start running.