Zuzen followed Taleste through the city, carrying Noki all the way. As the massive cyborg moved through the crowds he definitely drew attention, unlike the young pickpocket. However, he wasn't the type of person who any of the people on the street would want to mess with even if they didn't know who he was. And as a result he was able to move through the crowd easily enough. He occasionally stole a glance downwards at the injured alien in his arm, worried about her health but incredibly glad that Vash had run across her when he'd split from the group. If he hadn't the woman would most likely be dead. When he saw Tal eating a sandwich she definitely hadn't had before, and heard her apologize, he was somewhat irritated. He was going to have to talk to her about that, and he was going to open his mouth and say something to her when she turned the corner and the group arrived at the clinic. It looked to be in good shape, which was always a good sign; it was certainly much better than taking her to a doctor that operated out of a glorified basement like so many back-alley doctors were.

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The inside of the clinic was rather bare; the floor was covered in white tile and the walls and ceiling were the same sterile white as the floor. There was a small waiting room of sorts with couches and chairs, separated from the rest of the clinic by a counter. The "business section" of the clinic was composed of several areas separated by curtains and containing what appeared to be a hospital bed. All in all it appeared to be a rather well-run clinic; though the furniture wasn't in perfect condition, one could see bullet holes in the walls, and one of the lights hanging from the ceiling made a buzzing noise as it flickered on occasion. In the back of the clinic there was an open doorway leading to a staircase and a massive metal door on the right side of the room. Currently the only visible occupants were a man and a woman; the man was with a patient sitting on one of the tables, though the curtain was open and they were completely visible to the group, and the woman was leaning on the counter, staring at the group. 

The man was fairly tall and middle-aged, with short black hair with a highly visible stripe of white going through it. He was wearing what appeared to be a medical lab-coat, though the fabric was thicker than normal and the coat had no sleeves, leaving the man's arms completely bare aside from the gloves he wore on his hands. And the lower portion of his face was obscured by a surgical mask. Most of the woman's body was obscured by the counter she was leaning on, though from what the party could see her outfit was similar to the man's. However, her hair was bright red, she had an assault rifle strapped to her back, and all the skin that could be seen on her face and arms was heavily scarred in all manner of ways; bullet wounds, lacerations, and burns were all clearly visible.

The man's patient was a typical man from the area, fairly dirty and ragged and dressed in plain clothing. At present he was looking at the doctor standing above him with a fearful look as he held up a rather large needle and flicked it a couple of times.

"U-u-um, on s-second th-thought I-I-I-I'm f-f-fine," the patient said, obviously not fine as he struggled to stammer out the words, "There's n-no n-n-need for the n-n-n-n-needle."

"Aw, nonsense," the doctor said, waving his hand as though he could just wave the patient's fears away, "This here needle is gonna help you kick that nasty 'lil virus you got hunkering down inside your, well, insides."

"A-are you c-c-certain?" the patient replied, obviously still skeptical.

"'Course I am! Now pull up your shirt," the doctor said.

The patient couldn't even respond and silently complied with the doctor's request. The doctor took the needle and aimed it at the man's chest, though the patient kept staring at the needle fearfully. The doctor sighed and shook his head, "All right, this is gonna hurt a lot more than it should if yah keep starin' at it like that. Just try an' relax." The patient nodded quickly, though it was obvious he wasn't listening and continued to stare at the needle. The doctor made like he was going to inject whatever it was in the needle, but at the last minute looked up quickly and shouted, "My God, what the hell is that?!"

The patient's head jerked in the direction of the doctor's gaze, and the doctor chuckled a bit as he brought his hand up high and plunged the needle into the man's chest, practically stabbing him. The patient let out a horrendously loud shriek of pain, and jerked around as the doctor held the needle to his chest. After a few moments, the doctor pulled the needle out of the man's chest laughing a bit as the patient choked back a sob of pain.

"Y-you said it w-wouldn't hurt if I w-wasn't p-paying attention," the patient said, looking up at the doctor accusingly.

The doctor just laughed. "Nah, all I said was that it'd hurt more than it should if yeh paid attention," the doctor replied, "If you'd been watchin' it when it went in, it woulda hurt a hell of a lot more."

It was at that point that the woman at the counter turned back to the doctor and said, "Doc, we got some new customers."

Doc Valentine looked behind him, and saw the group. He patted the patient on the shoulder before making his way over to the woman. "Thank you, Nina," he said, then glanced at the group for a moment before continuing on, "Be a dear and go get Lilliane and Jericho to help with the other one while I take care o' these people, alright?"

Nina just nodded and made her way to the back of the clinic while Valentine turned to address the group directly. "Alright folks, the name's Doc Valentine and-," he began, and then noticed Noki lying in Zuzen's arms, "Oh shit, I don't need a medical degree to know she ain't doin' to good. What the hell's wrong with her?"