"Easy! That hurts!"
Doctor Oliver was treating Loa as he lay across a hospital bed. Every time Oliver touched a wound, Loa let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
How many times do I have to say it? I might heal fast, but I'm a Dragon Slayer, not Deadpool!
Could you be a little gentler?
My heart's behind that rib! A beating heart! Are you part cat? Do you have to swat at everything that Motion moves?
Smack!
Doctor Oliver slapped the tape down, securing it to Loa's skin and pulling the bandage taut. This Motion made Loa shudder from head to toe—not from pain, but sheer fright.
"That's enough. Stop howling."
Doctor Oliver pulled off his gloves and tidied his tools as he spoke. "It's only a few broken bones. With the way you heal now, you didn't need to come here at all. You're wasting medicine, you know that?"
As a doctor with professional ethics, Oliver disapproved of Loa coming in just to get free medicine. But those same ethics meant he couldn't refuse to treat a patient, even one who didn't need it.
"So you get locked up. How long are you planning to hide here? Get out. I'm an old man who likes his peace and quiet."
Once he had finished cleaning up, Oliver gave Loa a hostile look and ordered him out.
Oliver knew exactly why Loa had come here.
Those soldiers still running back and forth outside the Infirmary were looking for the brat. No question about it.
At the mention of that, Loa's face fell.
"Six seriously injured and five with minor injuries! Doctor, you've been in the Marines long enough. You know how big a deal that is!"
*Who knew there'd be so many people around the house where I