The sound of crying brought Fran to the opening of the medic tent. Opening the flap she peeked out carefully. People tended to scream when they saw her, at least the ones who realized too late that her face was genuine and not makeup.

[color=a187be]"Olivier?" [/color]she asked, being one of the few who called him by his real name. Her voice was full of concern.[color=a187be] "What's wrong?" [/color]she asked before gasping. [color=a187be]"Look at all of that blood! Come in sweetie. Let's see what we can do about that."[/color]

To some she might seem eerily positive, unnervingly so, but that was just Fran's true personality.
Once he was inside she helped him onto the table. Reaching into the cabnent nearby, she found some painkillers. [color=a187be]"Here you go sweetheart. You'll feel a little pinch okay. If you're a good boy you'll get a lollipop!"[/color]
A muffled whimper made her glance over her shoulder at the man strapped to the table. He was missing an ear, several fingers and teeth plus his leg was cut open at the knee, the white bone exposed. [color=a187be]"You don't get one. You called me naughty names, that's why I had to gag you,"[/color] she said, turning her back and ignoring him once again.
Her smile returned as she patted Blink on the head lovingly, cupping his cheek. [color=a187be]"Now let's see what the trouble is sweetie," [/color]she said before her eye glowed even bright green and she looked down his body.