Waiting for them inside the hospital was a tall, rail thin and black haired female doctor in a white coat and scrubs. One of the nurses was about to step up to Rikive and take her into the ER, but the doctor- Elizabeth, her name tag said- stepped up and said "Bay Three. I'll take care of her." Lizzy gave Rikive a reassuring smile before looking at Parry walking up behind the wheelchair and skewering him with a glance.

Parry shrank back a bit but kept up his pace behind Rikive.

"Lizzy's good," he said, keeping up as the EMTs wheeled Rikive to Bay Three- a closed-door room in the ER. "Best, er, practitioner on this side of the city."

The EMTs formally handed over Rikive to Lizzy when they transferred her to the bed, Lizzy hurried them out the door and shut it behind them.

"First thing," she said, walking right up to Parry and delivering a slap across his face that could probably be heard down the hall.

Parry reeled but didn't argue with the action.

"When I text you saying I have a situation, I expect you to show up ASAP. Especially when you pull shit like getting me out of a colo-rectal-cancer surgery for this. My interns are playing doctor right now. So I expect you to stick around after I'm done here."

Without skipping a beat she turned to Rikive, all bedside manners and professionalism. She snapped a pair of gloves on from her coat pocket and observed the demon wound visually.

"Hey hon. Looks like they cleaned it but antiseptic won't do much against this kind of pain." Lizzy reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle, little more than Four Fluid Ounces filled with a dark liquid. "This'll neutralize the poison. Equal parts cocoa, blood, some animal bits in a blender and tequila. Let me know what your pain looks like on a scale of One to Ten after drinking- One being perfectly fine and Ten being childbirth."