Fix The Damn Wing

The young beautiful nurse turned around hearing Ladon yell, her beauty offset the poor conditions. She was definitely out of place, and her outfit was about three sizes to small. She was well built upstairs, and had legs that could drive a male into a euphoric coma. She had long blonde hair and had cherry lipstick on her small lips. "What was that? Are you demanding my assistance?" She walked promiscuous as was her nature, towards Ladon. She softened her crystal blue eyes as she looked at him. "I wanna make this as clear as I can, this is my ward and you will treat me and this place with the utmost respect. Otherwise..." She leaned down and grasped Ladon's lap, one hand on each leg, she looked at Ladon's face, but whether or not the young Anima returned the look or stared at something else entirely was up to him. "Get the hell out of my med bay and lick your own wounds. Got it, little....boy...?" She said moving towards his forehead and attempted to kiss it leaving her mark. Afterwards she would pull away and crossed her arms, "Now how about trying that again?" She asked.

Ladon stared her down with his cool dragon eyes as she approached and threatened him, not wavering in his gaze. Her beauty was indeed alluring, but Ladon was in too much pain to care. Therefore, when she went to kiss him, he turned his head and went to brush her off. "Fine. Whatever. Sorry. Can you please fix my arm?" He said, looking back at her when she pulled back.

"And don't mistake my submission for weakness. I'm just doubtful of a so-called medical professional who is attempting to engage in romantics with a patient, especially one she just met. Now, let's get on with this. I need to get back to my team." Landon glared at her menacingly, but did not make any moves.

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"Fine. Whatever. Sorry. Can you please fix my arm?" She smiled liking this question much better, "And don't mistake my submission for weakness. I'm just doubtful of a so-called medical professional who is attempting to engage in romantics with a patient, especially one she just met. Now, let's get on with this. I need to get back to my team."

She chuckled, "Oh little boys are just the cutest. You must be no older then my nephew. Hun, stronger men then you have been submissive. It's okay to be nice to a beautiful girl, it doesn't make you any less you. Even Anima have needs, I always did find you half boy half digimon fascinating." She reached for his arm and lifted it just enough to examine it, she didn't want to hurt him anymore then he was already.

"You'll notice I came to work with Petrov of my own accord. Snatchmon and the android aren't forcing me to stay here. I get to help his Anima and see them up close and I don't have to go back to the real world. It's a win win really, I'm wanted on multiple charges of robbery and murder." She looked at Ladon, "Gonna need you to take off your shirt hun." She said letting the arm relax.

"I was a doctor before I turned to a life of crime...well forced really. I specialized in people and in animals...unfortunately, my attractiveness got me into trouble with the head of the hospital. I refused to submit to that man so he destroyed my career. He botched a surgery of a ten year old boy, replacing the sleeping agent we used and replaced it with one that the boy was allergic too. His heart stopped on the operating table. I was cast out and wanted for murder, for months I was on the run...then I was so fed up with it all...I became the bitch they thought I was."

After Ladon's shirt was removed, she walked toward the counter with the medical supplies and began to rustle through them. "Coming to this place was a second chance for me...as hellish as it is...I get to be a doctor again and escape the woman I had to become to survive." She took the supplies she needed and sat next to Ladon. She began to dress it.

"There...now you know about me...I'm less doubtful to you now." She gave Ladon a smile, "What about you hun? Since I'll be your physician here, I'd like to get to know you a bit. Have a girlfriend? Are Anima even allowed to have any? I'm sure Imperium just programs you to do as they say...how sad. Such a cute face...but I suppose loyalty is everything."

Ladon struggled to remove his shirt while moving his arm as little as possible. Normally he would feel weird about this, but he didn't really have much choice here. If his skin wasn't naturally purple to begin with, his exposed chest would have been covered with bruises.

He listened to her story about herself, but hardly felt any pity. "Listen lady. I'm 13 and am a half-dragon trained killer. Do I look like the type to have a girlfriend to you? And no one programs me to do anything. I'm no slave. I serve Imperium because it's the right thing to do. Petrov gave me life, and the lessons in the Den showed me the way. But make no mistake I am my own person." He glared her down as she dressed his arm.

"Listen lady. I'm 13 and am a half-dragon trained killer. Do I look like the type to have a girlfriend to you? And no one programs me to do anything. I'm no slave. I serve Imperium because it's the right thing to do. Petrov gave me life, and the lessons in the Den showed me the way. But make no mistake I am my own person."

She frowned at Ladon's tone and shook her head, "I see...Petrov gave you life and the Den showed you the way. It seems to me that you're serving Imperium because you feel its your duty. There is a fine line between slave and soldier, blind loyalty is no different then brainwashed and brainwashed is just another way to say slave but what do I know? I'm just the lady keeping you all healthy." She finished dressing the arm and placed a mat over it. It was marked with a white X.

She stood and walked over to her desk and pulled out a very small hand held device, "I'm going to take an x-ray of your arm. Need to see the damage hun. This little gun is a portable x-ray machine, Petrov built it from scrapped D.I.G.s" She pointed it at the white x and pulled the trigger. A hologram of Ladon's bone appeared and she studied it with a keen eye.

"Well that is interesting...you have very small metallic fragments laced into your bone. It looks woven into the bone cells." She said and looked to him, "Hope you don't go through any metal detectors hun on a undercover assignment." She chuckled.

"As for your bone, its not broken but definitely dislocated. Given your unique anatomy of being human and digimon, your regenerative abilities are very high like most Anima. If it was broken, it isn't anymore I do however need to put the bone back." She walked over to him and smiled.

"I'm sorry if I've angered you in any way...I am not trying to place a wedge between you and this guild. You're the first anima child I've seen come out of that den. I suppose you struck a nerve in me. Children be them human digimon or anima, should not be made to be weapons. I don't know anything about the den so I don't know how your younger years were but...you have the same look as the adults do. The same look murderers, thieves and other criminals have...the look I had." She handed him a towel,

"Bite into that....it's going to hurt." She grabbed his arm and forced it back into it's proper place. The pain was excruciating however brief, "Your arm should be completely well within the hour now that it's back in place." She handed him his shirt and moved towards her desk leaning against it.

"As a thirteen year old boy...you should have your own desires and wants...not the goals of men." She crossed her arms and closed her eyes, "I guess it must be easy for me to say such things. As I said, I don't know what you've been taught...I can only judge on what I've seen in the last twenty minutes. In any case, I'll patch you up anytime you need."

"Trinity." She said looking to him, "My name." She turned and lifted some papers from her desk and began to scan through them. "I always hated being called 'lady'" She stated no longer turning to face the boy to whose name she didn't learn yet.