Sam seemed a bit overwhelmed by the rapid questioning, but understood the reasoning behind it. She quickly tried examining him once again, paying close attention to his legs.

"We-well the circulation to his legs are cut off, but it's a simple fix, really," Sam explained, "Simply just a small clog in his legs. Not sure how I could have missed it before."

Sam walked over toward the patient, looking down at his legs, "Would you like me to heal him, or did you have something else in mind?"

Mai would by now release Fenett and quickly move back away from him. She'd flick her gaze about quickly with a growing frown, "I don't care. This one wishes to leave. You would be wise to let this one go."

At the mention of Tim, her features softened gently. She was worried about him; Mai was worried. She'd fold her arms around herself and shake her head, "Tim was foolish. She knows that.. But he's okay, right?"

Seeing Ezreal, she'd back away with a quick shake of her head, "This one needs to flee. This one is not safe around humans."

"Not all humans are alike. Besides, it we humans saved you after Shaco had released you, if not for us, you would have bled to death. Why would you not trust those who saved your life? Are we not worth one chance? You have demonstrated that you can escape if you wish. Stay with us and we will help to ease your fears and heal the remaining wounds you have. If you wish, we can help you to regrow your wings, or remove them completely." Fenett did not try to move closer to Mai, but did reach his hand toward her.
"I am unsure of Tim's health, but I am sure he will want to see you. You care for him, and he cares for you. He trusts us to care for you, as we did for him when he was injured. Ezreal and Wukong trust us, so does Master Yi. Each of them want you to stay here." While they have never told the doctor this themselves, he assumed it was truthful. At the very least, they would not want her running away. "They are all worried about you, why not ease their worries?"

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Rhinoa went in and sat down and waited to be seen after she finished some paperwork.

"That will come with practice and training. But you have still yet to tell me how many puncture wounds he has in his chest or how bad they might be. Focus on your patient. The more you know and the more you discover the quicker you can find the best course of action to help him. Like how you might want to stop the bleeding from his chest." He looked over at her, waiting for her response before continuing to the next part.
"And yes, start treating him. Try not to make a mistake even though I am monitoring you." He said, placing a green hand on the patients shoulder and checking her healing process.

(OOC: Umm, if you read what we are actually doing, the patient we are healing IS your character.)

One of the male nurses on shift moving around with some fresh towels glanced in, seeing Doctor Era with sumoner Tim on the floor. Comming into the room and placing the towels down he smiled over to Doctor Era.
"Hello Doctor Era. Is there anything I can help you with?" He asks, curious about the situation but more focued on patient care over curiosity.

Era let out a sigh of relief when the nurse came in. She gestured to Tim and smiled up at him.

"Could you help me move him to another room, please? There was... A bit of an incident in here."

"Of course doctor Era." He said, leaning down to gently pick up the patient. "So do we know what room he was staying in here?" He asks, making the rough assumption the person was a current patient here.

Sam nodded, looking at her patient. Rather than try to argue, she simply started the healing process. She figured it would be a simple thing, given how skilled she at healing.

Sam held her hand over the patient's face first, muttering something under her breath. Her hand started glowing much brighter than it did before. She waved it over the patient's largest gash.

Slowly but surely the wound closed itself. Nearby small scratches and bruises along his chin, cheek and neck had also all but disappeared, but it wasn't until she held her hand over them that she finally healed fully. After a few minutes, the wound was for the most part closed up, and scar tissue was all that remained, along with a few small cuts that would easily heal up as she waved her arm over them.

"Alright, that takes care of the face," Sam commented, "Now to work on those legs. Should be simple."

Sam quickly moved down toward his legs, hovering over the area she had detected the clot of blood. She muttered something under her breath again as her hand started glowing a dark purple, much different than the grey she had previously. She slowly scanned over the patient's legs one last time, just to be sure she didn't miss anything.

As it would turn out, there was more than just one clot. It seemed his major arteries in both his legs were blocked off, cutting circulation.

"Oh, it's worse than I expected," Sam noted, "His legs are almost completely blocked off from circulation by something, but I can't make out what. He may need surgery as soon as possibly if he doesn't want to lose his leg."

Sam seemed a bit disappointed in herself. Normally stuff like this would be easy for her to detect. Her hand returned to normal before looking up at Doctor Namba, awaiting his response.