Title:           Lunacy: It was in the middle of the Warrens bar that you two would find Lunacy
Author:          Bikes_
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First Edit:      Tuesday 7th of April 2015 10:00:30 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 7th of April 2015 10:00:30 PM CDT

        Lunacy:
It was in the middle of the Warrens bar that you two would find Lunacy and Tall. Tall was doing his own thing with the phone and all, which Lunacy didn't seem to be paying much attention to.
 
Of course, who would be able to pay attention to most things if you've just blown a hole in your chest?
 
"Oh... hey guys! This isn't what it looks like!"
 
It seems attempted murder turned vicious shotgun misfire and injury isn't quite enough to temper Lunacy. Even if he wasn't trying to lie his ass off, like that had ever worked for him before.
 
        Doc:
The Doctor gives a nod to Dom. "You know what to do."
 
With that, she trots over to the poor blue pile of guts on the floor. It doesn't take her long to deduce what happened, size up the mess, and consequently facehoof. "...This is worse than I thought," she mutters, kneeling down to get a closer look. "Yeah, this is easily going to take a few hours. Lunacy, I need a place private and hopefully relatively sanitary and sterile. I heard something about a basement in this building. Is there one? Also, is there a lock on the door, or something? Just in case someone decides to pop in unannounced?"
 
        Lunacy:
"Uh..."
 
Lunacy coughs up a little bit of blood, his breathing heavy. His demeanor is still one of this not being a huge deal, somehow. Crazy fuck.
 
"Downstairs is basically where I live. No doors, just, nobody comes down there. Also that little bit behind the blast door, there's... not really anything behind there, though. Just a rockslide a little further in that we need to get cleared, but y'know, money."
 
        Doc:
"...Excellent," she says, keeping a stern and solid face the whole time. Any emotions she had other than irritation, anger, and impatience were nowhere to be seen on her countenance.
 
She wiped Lunacy's coughed up blood off of her face. "That's perfect. I'll have to have Dom carry you there, though. I don't think I can lift you. Nor do I want your blood all over me. Not just yet," she says, wiping her hoof off on a dry part of Lunacy's coat.
 
She glances up, looking at wherever Dom and Tall Tales are. "After he's finished with his business, of course."
 
Dom slowly backed away to Lunacy and Doc, slowly reaching to pick Lunacy up over his back, being careful to mind his wounds.
 
        Lunacy:
Lunacy blinks.
 
"... Hey, hey Doc, blood loss causes hallucinations, right? 'Cuz I'm feeling pretty loopy right now."
 
"You can fix me, right?"
 
        Doc:
The doctor turns to Tall Tales as Dom hefts the bluebird on his back. "I'd much rather prefer to keep my business private, thank you very much. The less people I have surrounding me, the better. Now, come, Dom. To the basement."
 
With one last glance at the gem, she turns around and heads to Lunacy's (sort of) private quarters. Since apparently she still had her communicator on, she clicks it off. After she does, she mutters to Dominic.
 
"Dom, guard the door. Make sure nobody comes inside. I don't feel like having any more damn interruptions or failures. You're my best shot at that."
 
She looks at Lunacy the Limp as he sways on Dom's back. "Yes. Blood loss can cause hallucinations. Though I wouldn't doubt that your augments are doing more harm than good in that regard," she half-mutters, turning away from him. "Yes, you should feel loopy. You're loopy the way it is. And, yes, I can fix you. Physically. Perhaps."
 
"Should I play my cards right..." she murmurs to herself.
 
        Dom:
Dom gave a small nod to Doc as he trots along towards the basement. Doing as he's told and setting Lunacy where Doc needs him to be and wondering a bit what she had planned but shrugged
 
        Lunacy:
"Buuuuuuull-shit, my good old Ascender wouldn't let me down!"
 
Lunacy chuckles, before clutching his chest with a pained groan.
 
"Doesn't... doesn't help so much with the pain, though.
 
        Doc:
"Well. I must apologize, Lunacy, because you're going to be dealing with quite a bit of pain," she said, sadism barely noticeably rising in her voice. "I have no anesthetics on me at the moment. And I have to get all of those teeny-tiny pellets out of your flesh and muscles. I'll find a leather belt for you to chomp on, though, so don't you worry."
 
Doc directs Dom to set Lulu down on a nearby table. Once he's down, she plops down her medic bags and digs inside. Soon, she pulls out various clamps and straps. She must have been prepared. After setting them on the table, she splays Lunacy's robotic limbs across the table, spread out as if he were on a crucifix. "Now, dear, please, hold still. I know this is going to hurt like a mother, so I have to tie you down. Dominic, if you think the door is safe, you can put on a mask and come to my side. You can be my nurse."
 
        Dom:
"Haha! take that mom, I didn't need to go to college to become a doctor...erm...Nurse..." He shakes his head, making sure the door was locked and closed, adding a chair to prop up against it to be double safe before going to set his shot gun down next to Docs bag, grabbing a mask "...hope you don't want me to wear fishnets."
 
        Lunacy:
"... Uhm."
 
Hm. Well, this was certainly the first time he was tied to a table by a sadistic-sounding mare for surgery, and at the way he was going it probably wouldn't be the last. What's the worst that could happen?
 
"Alright, I guess! This is hardly the first time I've been shot, so I should be good, yeah? Yeah."
 
        Doc:
"Fishnets? --Hairnets! We need those! Though if Lunacy has nanobots, hair may not be an issue," she says, digging in her bad and putting a hairnet over her mane. She tosses one over to Dominic. "...Though, the thought of you in fishnets is exciting."
 
Aperta grabs the straps and clamps, and starts to tie Lunacy down. She places one over each foreleg and hind leg, and one on his head. They're very, very tightly strapped in, and notably uncomfortable. Lunacy's head is strapped so his head is on its side and facing to his right, towards Aperta, with virtually no wiggle room. After doing a few checks to see if they're in place, she nods affirmatively, grabs her bags, and places them on the table at Lunacy's flank.
 
"All right. We're set. Dom, dig in the bag, make sure I have multiple tools at my disposal, should I need them," she says, grabbing a probe and a small dentist's mirror out of her bag, as well as a pair of tweezers. She looks like she's about ready to get to work, but then she remembers. "...Oh. Right. You'll need something to bite down on, won't you, Lunacy? Hold on, let me dig..."
 
        Dom:
"You're the doctor, you should wear it....or we could get some for eachother and match..." Dom blinks a few times as he has a hair not in his mane, remembering highschool and the lunch mare. He quickly shake shis head though, remembering Lunacy and how he's bleeding out. He nods at the Doc, then starts to dig around inside of the bag for Lunacy to bite down for her "Will this do?"
 
        Lunacy:
"I... suppose?"
 
Something felt a little bit off, but he couldn't really put his hoof on it. Maybe it was that he was about to have surgery performed on him by a probably unlicensed doctor after attempting to murder a preacher?
 
Yeah, that's probably it.
 
"So, uh, Dom, you... uh... catch the game last night?"
 
        Dom:
"Yeah. It was very disappointing. But what eve." Dom didn't seem to stressed, he was actually pretty relaxed, even though he's got a gem to bring back a god, and his boss is bleeding out in front of him, and he was going to help a mare he kinda liked.
 
        Doc:
She shakes a hoof at Lunacy, as if to tell him not to worry. As she does, she turns to Dom, and sees what he pulls out.
 
"It's... Perfect."
 
Lunacy wouldn't have a clear sight right away, since it was at an odd angle from his eyesight. But, when the Doctor grabs it and brings it into sight, it's clear the dear doctor came overprepared; she has a ballgag. Her magic holds it up in the air, in front of Lunacy.
 
"I keep this in here in case something like this happens. Not only to remind me to get anesthetics, but to remind people not to get hurt when I don't," she says, holding it up to Lunacy's head. "Now, open wide."
 
        Lunacy:
"Yyyyyeaah. Yeah, totally."
 
It's clear Lunacy has no idea what the hell he's talking about and probably doesn't even watch games.
 
>>(Doc)
"... Are you sure you don't go to BDSM clubs after work? I mean, I won't judge, but just a little honesty, please?"
 
Lunacy tries to turn his head, but fails due to the restraints. The slightest look of concern passes over his face at the ballgag, but hey, what was he able to do?
 
        Dom:
Dom blinks a few times, rubbing the back of his head and eying the ballgag, opening his mouth...then slowly closing it, deciding against saying a lewd thing
 
        Doc:
Doc slides the ballgag into place, tugging on the straps so they go all the way around Lunacy's head. "Open up. I don't want this thing slipping out or off mid-surgery and have to shove it back into place myself," she says. She doesn't seem to have much tact or care for Lunacy's discomfort; she's forceful in getting the straps wedged between his head and the table. She also tightens the straps remarkably tight when it is in place. "And, to answer your question. I'm not going to deny that, but I'd rather not confirm it. I'm sure you understand," she murmurs, still keeping a stern look on her face.
 
Once it's in place, she gives Lunacy one final lookover. "I think we're set. Don't worry. I know you can't talk; I'll be the conversationalist. Though your recent conversations haven't... Gone well, namely with that Tempest fellow and myself..."
 
"Anyhow. How does the gag fit, dear?" she asks, trying to smile. Lunacy may or may not be able to tell at this point exactly what the doctor is feeling, but one thing's for sure; that smile isn't genuine.
 
        Lunacy:
"Mmmh... Mh?"
 
Maybe anesthetics would have been a better option. 'Cuz it's sounding like he was about to get a stern talking to.
 
        Doc:
If only anesthetics were an option.
 
She motions for Dom to come to her side, still keeping a very solid look on her face. Soon, she grabs the probe and the dentist's mirror and gets to work. She wasn't particularly ginger, either; she wanted to get a full view of the damage on the inside, and she almost carelessly jammed her tools inside and shoved things around. Or, so it would feel, anyhow; Lunacy probably doesn't know what an operation is like. Nor does he have a good view on exactly what Aperta is doing.
 
After a moment, she continues talking. "...But. I suppose things, erm... Things do happen," she mutters under her breath, some pent-up emotion starting to show in her voice. "Tempest... May have had a point, about... Things. And some things may not have been... Entirely excusable, on your end, but... But... Things do happen. One can only hope to improve. Much like the time I accidentally had a patient overdose on phosphorus."
 
After a moment, she shifts upwards, closer to Luancy's head, and starts doing work there. She seems mindful not to touch any robotic bits, for whatever reason. Perhaps there may be some sort of consequence, due to electricity. Or maybe she just felt like playing Operator in real life. Whatever the cause, she seems to make a point to avoid them.
 
        Lunacy:
With no way to properly see what she was doing inside there, Lunacy was stuck with only how it felt. And boy, it did not feel good. Lunacy holds his eyes shut and grits his teeth - being shot was one thing, and it hurt like a bitch, but things generally didn't keep moving around once it was in there. Being operated on, without any anesthetic, by a mare who may or may not have your best interests at heart is something else completely.
 
"Nnngh, mmmh! Mmh!"
 
Whatever he was trying to say is completely unintelligible, for better or worse, by the ballgag in his mouth.
 
        Dom:
"oh god does that go there?" DOm said, making a face, doing a double take as he doesn't want freak Loony out, doing his best to help Doc with what ever she needed help with.
 
        Doc:
"No," she says, taking a scalpel from Dom's hooves and setting it down.
 
>>(HERE COMES DE JUICE)
For a while longer, she plays hopscotch in Lunacy's chest cavity. Her movements seem to become more jerky and aggressive as time slowly passes. And, out of the corner of Lunacy's eye, he could see what was almost a glare on Aperta's face.
 
"...But. I learned. I learned from my mistakes. And I made up for it, by paying for his services and retiring. It... Wasn't much, I admit, but it was all I could do, at the time. And, I... And, Lee, he... He..."
 
Doc stops talking for a moment, biting her lip and letting out a bit of an angered grumble. But, after a moment of heavy breathing on her end, Aperta loses any and all remaining composure. She backs up, takes off her doctor's mask, sets her tools down, and brings one of her forehooves slamming down onto Lunacy's exposed snout.
 
"You motherfucker!" she screams, glaring daggers at Lunacy. "You stupid, senseless motherfucker! How many times are you going to have to fuck things up before a lesson gets into that godforsaken metal head of yours?! How many of us are you going to throw under the bus for your sake?!"
 
She snarls, teeth showing as she grabs the scalpel off of the table and holds it very menacingly against Lunacy's cheek, in front of his eyeball.
 
        Dom:
"Doc wa-...wait...." Dom had lifted his hoof up into the air, 5 seconds away from stopping her, but...well...he thinks...he thinks about Lunacy and what has happened recently. He had been all for protecting Lunacy and fighting by his side wordlessly...but...past while...He's out almost 100K for months. Plus. The Doctor...she had more reason to be mad then anything. He sloooowly lowers his hoof.
 
        Lunacy:
"Mmmh! Mmmnn, nnnn!"
 
Lunacy tries his best to struggle. He really does. But there's only so much you can do when you're trussed up right and proper, and still metaphorically cradling a shotgun wound that has left you, for the most part, incapacitated. And he was a little scared. Who wouldn't be, really, when you had an angry mother glaring down at you, who you had also willingly let operate on you.
 
Oh, he had fucked up. Maybe Lunacy's reasons for why he had fucked up were completely different than the ones Aperta were using to scream at him, maybe they weren't. The ballgag in his mouth made sure his thoughts stayhimself - for the most part.
 
"Mmmmh! Mmmrrr..."
 
He stared up at the scapel, pointing right at his eye, relaxing into the restraints. It was difficult to tell why, maybe he had given in to his fate, maybe he didn't think Aperta had the balls to do it.
 
"Mmmh, mhh hh. Mmm."
 
        Doc:
Aperta doesn't give Dom much of a glance, sadly; she's much, much to busy with the matter at hand.
 
>>Lunacy
The doctor notices as Lunacy calms down. It seems she'll have absolutely none of it.
 
Slowly, the scalpel inches forward, giving his cheek a light cut that barely dribbles blood. Lunacy can feel the knife gently press against his lower iris, and slowly, it starts to sink in, millimeter by millimeter. If Lunacy blinks or moves his eye, something terrible and incredibly painful is going to happen. To make it worse, Doc is staring directly into his eyes, with a glare that only an angry mother could give. Some of the blood runs along the scalpel, and into the corner of his eye.
 
"You. This is all your fault," she rumbles, unblinking. "You and your outrageous shenanigans have cost us! It's cost everyone! The team's been thrown into a civil war once, almost twice, by your hoof! Dominic here lost all of his hard-earned credits, just to lead to a tremendous failure! Said failure was your fault, as well!"
 
"But the worst thing?" she growls. "I've lost my son. My only son, because of a madman that never thinks before he leaps, is gone! He ran off!"
 
At this point, Aperta was starting to tear up. She moves in closer towards Lunacy's ear and talks quietly, never breaking eye contact. Through grit teeth and a wavering voice, she has trouble continuing. "And for what? To help you with whatever ludicrously outlandish, shortsighted, and laughably farcical plan you have? To get you forward?"
 
"...it's time to change that."
 
        Lunacy:
Lunacy was paralyzed. Not physically, of course - save for the restraints stopping much - but damn if he wasn't absolutely terrified right now. One wrong movement could leave him with some rather nasty lasting damage; he was barely holding himself back from screaming at the moment, lest that cause any unwanted movements. It was, perhaps, a small consolation that his eyes couldn't get much more contracted from fear.
 
He oh-so-quietly whimpers, barely audible to the Doc and probably not even heard by Dom. He could hardly even feel the shotgun wound - along with whatever she had done to it - at this point, with how much he was focusing on, perhaps, mentally willing the knife anywhere but his eyes.
 
It can't make anything worse, right?
 
        Doc:
The knife stays firm in place. It's clear the doctor has a very steady hand, and a lot of control. As blood pools into his eye, the doctor comes closer to Lunacy, staring right into his fearful eyes as she speaks.
 
"You. You owe Dominic. You owe everyone. But mostly, you owe me," she says, her previous raging glare now calming down into a stern, serious look. "You? You're going to fix what you've done. You're going to forget what you're doing. You're going to drop these batshit insane plans, and you're going to fix what you've broken. You are going to give Dominic his one hundred thousand credits back, one way or another. You are going to screw your head on straight. And you are going to learn very quickly how to shut the hell up. I will handle the talking. Together, we will handle the planning. I'm going to stop this mess before it gets any worse."
 
"But most importantly? you are going to find. MY. SON!" she barks, the scalpel jiggling slightly as she yells. "And, as an added insurance policy, dear old Dominic over here is going to hide your precious gem until you do!"
 
"Do I make myself absolutely, positively, undeniably, and irrevocably clear?"
 
        Dom:
Dom does some quick thinking, snapping out of it and having been a bit taken back by the mares rage, he knew Lunacy communicating would be hard.
 
"U-uh, I'd hold my breath for 3 seconds to say yes."
 
...he wasn't sure if he was going to get stabbed by the doc now for opening his mouth...nah. The doc seemed to like him
 
        Lunacy:
"Mmmmh, mmmmmhh!"
 
He could hardly see out of that eye anymore, with the scalpel and the blood pooling in places it very well shouldn't be. It was an odd feeling, having the consequences of your actions pressed up into your face like this.
 
No, scratch that, it was fucking terrifying.
 
So that's what it was, do what she says, or have a very, very bad time. Or run, or a whole host of other things that might end up to be another in a line of terrible ideas down the line.
 
        Doc:
"What was that, darling? I'm having a hard time understanding you!" she hollars, clearly trying to get some sort of point across. "Do as Dominic says; just hold your breath for three seconds if you say yes. If not? Well, it seems you wasted your money on a Peeping Tim for nothing. That, and the doctor may have to take her leave. Sparkplug's arm isn't going to reattach itself, and I only have so much time. And, if you don't comply, so does Failure State."
 
With a sinister glare on her face, it's clear she was enjoying every minute of this. Whether this is because she's getting retribution for her son or she's just a very strong sadist is hard to tell. It's probably a bit of both.
 
        Lunacy:
Lunacy had no more words left to say. Not that it'd do much good in the first place, with that ball gag in his mouth and all, but nothing was coming to him! He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, nay he couldn't do much more than breathe and panic - both of which he was doing in great amounts.
 
... Which left him at a disadvantage to answering, truth be told.
 
        Doc:
She looks over at Lunacy's blown-open chest, taking particular interest in how much blood is startingto flow. "...Your heaert is beating so fast," she mutters before turning back to Lunacy.
 
"...No answer? I shouldn't have expected one by having you hold your breath. You have no self control," she pouts, slowly pulling the knife out of his eye.
 
It seems he'd have a short moment of relief. But, not a moment later, Aperta jams her scalpel through his lower eyelid, digs behind his eye, and gouges the entire thing out in one fowl swoop. The chord is severed, and the eye plops out like a wet ball of putty.
 
After looking at it for a moment in satisfaction, she grabs her tweezers, picks the eyeball up by the severed nerve, and holds it up to her nurse-in-training. "Put this in a small plastic bag, Dom," she says firmly. "I'll... Do something with it later."
 
        Lunacy:
And it all comes crashing down.
 
"Mmph! MMPHHMM! MMMPPGHGHM!!"
 
With no reason left to hold still, and the unthinkable already being enacted upon him, Lunacy screams. He lets out everything pent up through these agonizing minutes of torture, but it all falls flat against the binds that hold him, the gag that silences him, and the lack of remorse from the one doing this to him. He pulls and he pushes, trying his hardest to break free - but alas, even if he could, the damage was already done.
 
Suffering the, frankly, nauseating and horrific sight of watching your own eye get removed, Lunacy falls still, exhausted from the pain and struggle. For one that seemed to have no problem inflicting horrible things on others to get his way, he seems very shaken after having such things done to him. Lunacy lays there, his remaining eye staring off into the distance - it wasn't likely the Doc was going to get much more out of him tonight.
 
Mentally, at least.
 
        Doc:
She gives Dom only the slightest of glances, as well as a nod of thanks as she takes the bag. "Dominic. Dig in my bags. See if you can find an empty syringe and a small bottle labeled 'Propofol'. I believe Lunacy has had quite enough, and I still have an operation to finish if Lunacy is to live," she states, dropping the blue eye into the plastic bag. Since she isn't quite sure how Dom would handle this, she tucks it in one of the front pockets of her bag. What she planned to do with it is unknown.
 
"...And, while you're at it, think about where Lunacy would keep his cell phone. I have a few calls to make."
 
>>Lunacy
She let him scream. It was dismal music to her ears. Although her face was solid and stern most of the time, she was enjoying this much more than anyone ever should. Perhaps it was because she felt she had enacted some retribution for her son. Perhaps it was because she finally felt powerful -- something she seldom felt outside of her office. Or perhaps it was simply because she had been a sadist since she was old enough to dissect rodents with a kitchen knife and a fork. Whatever the reason, her chest swelled with some sort of morbid pride she would certainly regret later.
 
As his screams come to an end, she takes a deep breath gets her tools back in order. She puts her doctor's mask back on and waits for Dom to pull out what she asked for. In the meantime, the dentist's mirror and the probe find their way into the bluebird's chest once again. This time around, however, the pain is slight in comparison.
 
        Dom:
Dom hesitated in moving. Thinking and hoping this is all some horrible dream and that he didn't just try to fix an engine by jamming a TNT stick into the gears. But, that'd be too much to ask for. He nods, going to grab what she ask for in her bag, doing so so that Lunacy doesn't die....he still need to pay him his money, he can't die. Once he did he quickly started to search around for Lunacy's phone. Mostly checking his body for it or his coat if he had one...
 
        Lunacy:
The equine body can only take so much punishment, physically and mentally. And Lunacy was no exception - even with all that metal he's jammed into himself. As the Doc begins to work on him for real, Lunacy finds himself slipping away from consciousness and into what's hopefully a happy dream land. The drugs certainly didn't help, either.
 
        Doc:
Just as Lunacy starts to slip, she sets her tools down, fills the syringe with propofol, and injects it into Lunacy's foreleg. Perhaps excessive, but a decent insurance policy to make sure Lunacy doesn't wake up while she's still working. After a minute, she figures the drug has settled. She undoes the straps and lets Lunacy's limp limbs free.
 
She grabs her tweezers and a probe once again, getting straight back to work. "Dominic. I can handle the rest on my own. I need you to do two things for me. One, find a piece of paper to write Lunacy a note. Two, find out where Lunacy keeps his phone. I'll be at work for a few hours, at least, so no rush."
 
"But, before you leave, come here for a minute."
 
        Dom:
Dom looked at Luncy pass out as he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his phone, looking down at it. He doesn't bother checking it for messages or anything, simply setting it down next to her bag and then trotting over to the unicorn.
 
"Yeah?"
 
        Doc:
"You. You're the person I trust the most, out of this whole group. Keep quiet about what happened here today. If anyone asks what happened, one of Lunacy's eyes was too mangled by the blast to be saved. That's actually why I'm having you fetch a paper -- we're writing a note to Lunacy for when he wakes up. And I have an interesting method of delivery, if I do say so myself," she says, her tone of voice almost wicked at this point.
 
She reaches forward and brings Dom into a light hug, pressing her forehead against his. "But. Most importantly. You're going to be my... Enforcer, of sorts. I'm weak, on my own. I need protection. I need someone to keep me safe and make me feel safe until these problems are resolved. I also need someone to do a little physical maintenance should something go wrong in the mechanics of my plan. And I'm sure you're more than happy to do that, aren't you?" she says, giving Dom a look clearly meant for the bedroom, complete with a wide smile, half-lidded eyes, and a lip bite.
 
        Dom:
Dom thought for a moment "Oh right. Paper. Almost forgot." He let her continue, nodding every so often as she speaks., hugging her back even....but when she talked about being her Enforcer, and so on. He...hadn't really known how to feel. The look made Dom grin a bit inside, wanting her to make it more. Buuut, the fact they were next to a bleeding one eyed pony made the situation just...weird feeling. "Yeah. Yeah. Uh....yeah. I can do that. I can. I won't tell anyone..." Dom stared at her face and lips for a bit longer, snapping out of it and going to find a piece of paper for her quickly "That'll...that'll be it right?" The colt still seemed a bit shaken up. Probably more from the turn of events and where things maybe going more then the bloody mangled pony.
 
        Doc:
"One more thing, before you leave."
 
Dom would feel something metallic and cold press on the base of his neck. If Dom was perceptive, he'd notice the only missing tool from the table; the doctor's scalpel. Concerning her face relaxes even more as she presses the knife against his fur, as well as the new smell coming into the room, one could assume this is some pretty interesting foreplay rather than an actual threat. Even so, the edge is still there.
 
"Like I said. I have a lot of faith in you," she murmurs, her voice sultry and low. She inches her face even closer, and stares into Dom's eyes with a confusing mix of lust, insanity, and sadism. "I know you want to make things right. My faith isn't misplaced, now, is it..?"
 
        Dom:
[sweating black man.gif]
"Uhhh..." Dom remained still, he didn't know what it was against the back of his neck, but he'd figure it wouldn't be anything good as he could feel the edge of it. Her voice was so...was he suppose to be turned on from this, or was it was passive aggressive thing on her part. "Erm...uh, yeah! Yeah! Don't worry about it, I've got your back! Yeah!" He gave her a simple smile, shifty eyes a bit.
 
        Doc:
"Excellent."
 
She gives Dom a light kiss on his snout before pulling away. The knife painlessly drags across his neck as the doctor pulls her forelegs back and plops down to the ground. She goes right back to Lunacy's side, resuming her work as usual. After eyeing Lunacy's cell phone, she grabs it, glances at the recent calls, and then tucks it away in her medical bags for later.
 
"As I said. Write a note. Make sure Lunacy understands this was all due to the misfire. Return to me when you've got it. Also, tell Sparkplug to keep drinking. I'll be a while," she says as she begins the long and tedious process if removing shotgun pellets and sewing Lunacy's chest back together. She's probably going to have to do some grafting.
 
Dom could feel a very light trickle on the back of his neck where the scalpel was.
 
        Dom:
That certainly didn't help Doms feeling of mixed emotions. The little peck she gave and the....blood? He moved his hoof to the back of his neck and brought it back to see what it was. Yup. BLood. Yup. He took the paper and looked a it "Yeah...I'll uh...em...I've got it. I'll write it.Just..I'll step out and handle that. Be back when it's done then I'll go check on Sparkplug...." The brown colt stared at her for a moment, thinking before saying as he grabs his shot gun and heading tot he door, opening it
 
"...don't need anything else? Gonna be fine...?"
 
        Doc:
*clinkclink*
 
That sounded like a shotgun pellet being dropped onto a metal tray.
 
"I'll be fine, Dominic," she calls, still focused on her work. "I sincerely doubt anyone will interrupt me or question me, at this point. I can handle Lunacy's injuries. He'll live. Though, I doubt he'll ever forget any of this."
 
        Dom:
"Right right...I doubt so too..." DOm had half his body out of the door and the other still in the room. Pausing and looking at her for a moment or two more before shaking his head and closing the door behind him as he leaves
 
Dom comes back a few moments later with the note tucked and folded for Doc, setting it down for her to read, it saying
"The back fire of the gun and the blast it gave caused several injuries all over the body. Chest, neck, stomach and two small stray objects hitting the eye, which had to be removed to protect against infection. The wounds should heal fine in a few weeks time, should eat a light diet of mostly greens to not upset the stomach's digestive system, victim also shouldn't talk so much and to keep physical activity at a minimum due to damage of vocal cords and lungs."
 
"That okay? ...Eeeh. I'll let you tell me when you're done with..that...uh..I'mma go check on Spark now."
 
Dom said slooowly backing away from the room once more