Amon chuckled nervously as she seemed to have been signed up for what seemed like intensive surgery, starting to worry that she looked much worse than she felt.  Yuga had filled out all the paperwork,  which was rather helpful seeing as her current form would make that rather difficult, but seemed like a big to do over what amounted to a few cuts and bruises, many and large though they were. Through a warped reflection in one of the stainless steel pieces of equipment, Amon could clearly see the left side of her face had indeed caked a bit with blood, the fur matting up. Recoiling a bit at the sight, she felt that was causing most of the response from Yuga, and attempted to wash it off as best as she could in a basin nearby.  

After she was satisfied with the results, Amon leapt shakily onto the table, a pain foreshadowing that her bruised ribs would probably last the longest of her injuries, smiling bemusedly as the robot next to her seemed rattle on after they were situated, listing off the different ways she could attempt to help Amon. Feeling the robot may overheat trying to list off the ways she could help, and growing slightly annoyed at her inability to get a word in edgewise, Amon used one of her tails to hold in front of the robots face, much as one may use a finger to ask for a pause, teasingly shushing her as she let out a chuckle. [color=f7941d]"I believe it's more than clear that you intend to help me, but I believe you've done more enough for the moment,"[/color] she said, a small hint of laughter in her voice evident for a moment, before her ribs reminded her what a bad idea that would be. [color=f7941d]"As for magical healing, I prefer the more natural route for wounds of the nonfatalp persuasion,"[/color] a smile with a hint of an edge on her face, seemingly far away, [color=f7941d]"helps to remind you of past mistakes next time you fight."[/color]

As if called by her memories, movement on the other side of the room quickly revealed itself to be the doctor and his nurse, clad in scrubs and seemingly in possession of enough equipment to start a battlefield triage. A look of annoyance seemed to cross his face when he saw that the patient was not dying, as Amon now  suspected the forms Yuga had filled out had alluded.  Nevertheless, he rallied forward, asking the usual fare of questions as Amon pointed out the problem areas, an ointment quickly applied to the forehead wound to stop the bleeding. He then applied a cream to Amon's chest, a sigh of relief emanating from her as the pain receded somewhat. As he was wrapping a gauze around  her chest to reduce swelling, Amon continued to answer Yuga's previous bombardment of questions, [color=f7941d]"As to the food and shower situations,  as much as I wish to get a nice hot sh-"[/color] a sharp bark cutting her of as the doctor pulled tight on the gauze and clinching it off, gaining a withering look from Amon, which he pointedly igonored. She shook her head, remembering men much like him screaming as she had eaten their organs as they had watched, before turning back to Yuga, [color=f7941d]"As I was saying, it's probably best that I get something in me before I worry about cleaning myself. My meals are a little on the strange side so you need not worry yourself about it."[/color]

Satisfied she'd exhausted the need to answer Yuga for the time being, she let the doctor continue his administration in peace, although she had snapped at the nurse when she had tried to get a little to fresh with her thermometer for Amon's taste. After being assured that the administrations would hold up to any transformations so long as she kept them to humanoid forms, the pair was released from the doctors care. Amon decided she would follow Yuga's lead for the moment, unsure as she was of the general goings on of the school.