[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Fr[/color][color=tomato]ick[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.giphy.com/sSlPYvPyNSA4o.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Infirmary[/center][hr]
	Richard glancd up from watching Astrid restraining Motor Mouth and rolled his eyes are Kris's comment. [color=tomato]"Listen sweet cheeks, according to you and yer dearly departed sister and guardian, my hittin' a woman is second nature for me. So why yer so surprised is fuckin' beyond me."[/color] His face was stone cold and emotionless as he growled the words at the only remaining member of the three muska-tardos. He glanced over to Astrid as she scolded Kris in a flat and emotionless way. Well that was nice. Wasn't often that Richard was the damsel in distress in a situation. Twice in one day, he was on a fucking roll apparently.

	Victor continued his work in silence, tutting and huffing as he worked. He could feel the eyes of the viking woman and young Kris on him as he worked but it did not phase him. He could handle viewers, just not commentators. Richard glanced over to Kris and saw her staring at the one handed madam on the gurney being saved by Victor. Contrary to what people would believe, Richard did feel bad for Kris. He knew what it was to lose a loved one, a sibling or a friend, he'd been through the same. He'd lost his best friend before the outbreak when he was young, probably younger than Kris was now. His brother had died to save him, years ago, not long after the outbreak. He rubbed his thumbs along both his forearms, his hands clasping at them as he did so. He looked down at his tattoos and chewed on the insides of his cheek. His jaw squared off and he was only brought back to the present when Kris spoke out again. He expected it to be another retort at his expense but she was just stating her departure. Good. Richard didn't want to fight anymore.

	Victor looked up momentarily and bid Kris goodbye with a silent nod of his head. The vein that had been pulsing not moments before had now calmed down enough that only a mild sheen of sweat could be seen on his forehead now. That was until Neisha awakened from her induced slumber and began to scream like a banshee. Richard glanced at the tied up chick and shook his head as she screamed like a god damn infant before she called out a name repeatedly. Harry. Who the fuck was Harry? Probably someone important to her, Richard and Victor both knew what that was like. To have the name of a lost one on the tip of your tongue in your most vulnerable moments of life. But it was no excuse to act like a damn baby in this world.

	Neisha did not appear to be calming down and Victor growled loudly as she struggled against her restraints, her noise levels growing louder and louder. Harry's name was replaced by a Sophie and Richard almost walked over to clock her again, but instead Victor grabbed something from the cart and stormed over to Neisha as he yelled. [color=khaki]"Calmez à vous seins!"[/color] His hands were clenched at his side, one of them was holding an administration device for delivering sedatives quickly to troublesome patients. It was his last ditch effort to calm her down while he finished his work on his patient who was, unfortunately, recieving interrupted care at the hands of her supposed friend. Victor pierced the needle into Neisha's neck and then moved away as quickly as he had arrived to continue his work.

	The sedative was not enough to completely knock her out but it was enough to keep her docile and quiet until he was done. He looked to Richard and sighed heavily. [color=khaki]"Could you take 'er to Miss Sally, s'il vous plaît? She needs somewhere quiet to relax, [i]that is not near me[/i], and she will need food and water. Miss Astrid, would you like to accompany Richard with your friend? That way she will 'opefully remain calmer once the sedative wears off."[/color] Richard gave a curt nod to Victor as he grabbed his former wheelchair and wheeled it over. One of the guys guarding the Infirmary doors ran over and hoisted Neisha into the wheelchair, knowing full well that Richard couldn't do it right now. A gruff [color=tomato]"Thank you"[/color] came out of Richard before he began to try and push the chair. He then realised it hurt like a mother fucker and winced from the pain.

	[color=tomato]"Mary mother of fuckin' Jesus that smarts! Fancy helpin' a damsel in distress?"[/color] He nodded at Astrid then nodded at the drugged up Neisha. Victor walked over to Richard and handed him a small box of medical supplies for dealing with minor wounds. [color=khaki]"To clean the wounds from 'er restraints."[/color] He left as quickly as he came and went back to work. Richard chuckled a little and nodded before looking to Astrid. [color=tomato]"Shall we find ya some proper food and get this one somewhere quiet and away from Doc?"[/color][hr]