[center][h1][color=00aeef]"Vikki" Velaro[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=00aeef] 1Pulse Clinic[/color][/h2][/center]
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Vikki paced back and forth in the lobby of 1Pulse Clinic, the place was really a hole-in-the-wall, wedged between much bigger buildings like the poor step-child wedged between big-brothers in a small car. The girl twirling the white rose she had pilfered a few days prier, between her fingers like a pencil. Eventually moving toward the reception window and placing the vivid flower in the mug used for a gaggle of pens. Pulse-like beats of rain drumming down on the building, at least it drown out the incessant honking of horns and yelling between those outside going about their dreary lives.
 
"ow ow owow" Cried the bullet riddled sod Miss Tiffany had on a sterile table, and was working methodically to remove bullets from. The Mafioso's left shoulder, left hip and left thigh had been all been hit, he was quite a mess and lucky to have not bled-out. Which she had to tell him at least three times before he stopped his threats of bodily harm. His buddies had dumped him there and left a wad of cash as payment before taking off to whatever hole they chased the owner of said bullets into.

Vikki let out a bored sigh, and flipped on the radio, the newscaster was going on about the recent death of some-such Police Detective. The girl's eyes were drawn to the reflection of the Clinic's sign, clever how a Syringe was used for the '1' in "1Pulse Clinic".

20 more minutes of the thug's whimpering and Vikki could no longer stand to be there, she pulled on her coat and dashed out into the raining night, anywhere would be better than listening to a grown man whine.