The medical team works as quickly as they can, carrying the Nightmare Guardian down the hall to s spare room close to the medical wing. Even under their leader's orders, they were hesitant to bring so much negative energy anywhere near their injured patients. A few of the medics rush forward to strip the bed down to the fitted sheet of the queen sized bed so they have a flat surface to work with. As they lay the white haired male on the mattress a small group of aids arrive with medical supplies. Once Seishu is in place there is a moment where everyone stops and stares. The look around at one another, trying to figure out where to start. Their usual procedures of infusing the patient with positive energy would most likely do more harm than good. 

Finally a tall female with two sets of arms and tan skin steps forward, rolling up he sleeves. “Alright, let's do this. No energy, just treat him like the humans treat their wounded.” She barks, approaching the bed with only minor hesitation. “First step is getting his clothes off to expose the wounds. Let's get to it!” And with that they set to work. Blades and scissors make short work of his clothes after they manage to dis-articulate his armor. Black fabric stained with blood is taken but the aids and bundled into a sack to be burned later. As they continue to work no one notices the small rounded face peeking around the doorway, trying to get a look at the foreign creature being treated on the bed being slowly stained crimson.

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Gin grins widely as he watches a group of nightmares searching wildly for their former leader. Tapping his war prize against his shoulder, the new self proclaimed Guardian of the Nightmare Realm takes off towards the palace with his closest supporters on his heels. He'd finally done it. Finally, he was in charge, and no one could tell him what to do. Sure, some of those pathetic nightmares may try and rebel against him, but he had enough minions on his side that the nightmares stand no chance. A low chuckle escapes him as he imagines what he'll do to anyone who opposes him. The moonlight overhead illuminates the crystal blue fields below. Gin's wings make a faint flapping sound as the flesh snaps with every beat. 

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The dream medics just finish on the shoulder wound, after binding the stomach wound and removing the positive energy blocker, when the Nightmare Guardian stirs. The entire room stills as he moans softly then falls silent once again. The furry medic tying the bandage around his shoulder lets out his breath then finishes tying, giving it a tight tug to make sure it's tight.

Suddenly Seishu's eyes snap open and he sits up with a growl. The medics around the bed flee to the edged of the room as he begins radiating higher levels of negative energy. His eyes dart around the room, press of positive energy offset only slightly by the fear pulsating off the strange collection of dream in white coats around him. [i]'Oh gods, I've died and gone to hell. That has to be it. I've never felt so much. . . .'[/i] He shudders before letting out a long moan of pain and collapsing back on the bed. [i]'Nope, not dead. Dead doesn't hurt'[/i] He takes a few steadying breaths, casting an arm over his eyes to block out the glaring lights above. After a moment he hears movement and peeks out from under his arm. When he can't find it right away he growls, causing several of the bright creatures around him to cringe back further.

After a few more seconds he spots what made the noise before. Behind the creatures in coats a small minion stands in the doorway, it's odd outfit making a clicking noise when he moves ever so slightly. The cute cherubic face reminds him of someone but Seishu has a hard time thinking through the pain. Glaring around at the fearful medical personnel Seishu lets out another growl and say loud enough for the entire room to hear, “If you don't have the balls to do your job, you could at least dim the lights. The glare is killing me.” A few of the dreams and minions look at one another but none of them move away from their positions against the walls. Rolling his eyes the Nightmare Guardian covers them both with his arm again and begins tapping his inner reserves. The action erects a sort of bubble for fear around him that lesser dreams would have a hard time passing through if they actually wanted to.