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[Harpy•]

*~Tikaani Draven~*

He grinned at her slightly stunned expression before walking in, laying Katin down gently on the couch before heading for the stairs, and the master bathroom. "Phyre?" he called out. No answer. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before rummaging around in the bathroom cabinet, muttering under his breath as he did so. He finally gathered everything he needed and headed back downstairs with his arms loaded with medical devices and various gauzes. He set them down on the coffee table in front of the large, plush sofa and then swept into the kitchen, reaching far into the back of a high cupboard and pulling out an anesthesia bottle. He went back to Katin and sat next to where she was laying, filling a syringe with the anesthesia liquid. "My sister, Phyre, is probably out riding her horse right now," he explained to Dakota, voice calm and focused. "Otherwise, she'd be here helping."

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Dakota nodded. She pushed her raven black hair behind her ears. She looked down at Katin. "She never was the lucky one."

[FunkyMonkey12]

((what happened?))

[Harpy•]

{{Katin got shot in the shoulder by a Werewolf hunter, so Tikaani and Dakota took her to Tikaani's house to fix her up}}

*~Tikaani Draven~*

Tikaani grinned and laughed slightly as he gave Katin the anesthesia shot, cleaning a spot on her arm before gently pushing the needle under the skin, pushing the thumb handle down to the base before pulling it out and placing a small square of guaze on top of the needle hole. "That should kick in soon," he murmured, glancing up at Dakota. Her hair was remarkably black and smooth-looking...almost blacker than his sister's. He cleared his throat and refocused on Katin, watching her, not wanting to start until she had gone under. Removing a bullet could be extremely painful.

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Katin snored softly. Dakota gently pulled back her brown hair and winced at the scar on her forehead.

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Katin snored softly. Dakota gently pulled back her brown hair and winced at the scar on her forehead.

[Harpy•]

*~Tikaani Draven~*

He bit his lip, closing his eyes briefly as he recollected all of his medical experience, most of it self-taught. He opened his eyes and reached for some disinfecting alcohol and cotton swabs, as well as a pair of long, slender sterilized tweezers. He glanced at Katin and Dakota both apologetically before pulling down Katin's shirt to the shoulder wound, where he cleaned it with the alcohol and cotton, killing any bacteria that had gotten into the wound. He placed them both back on the table and leaned over Katin intently, taking hold of the tweezers and put them into the wound, letting them search delicately for the bullet in her shoulder.

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Dakota quietly held Katin's shoulder. She knew Katin was small,but she was a fighter.

[Harpy•]

*~Tikaani Draven~*

Tikaani plucked the long shotgun bullet from her shoulder neatly, placing it on a square of guaze on the coffee table. He poured a little bit of alcohol deep into the wound, then took the cotton swabs and pushed them deep into the bullet hole to clean deep into the flesh that may have been infected. After about a minute he pulled them back out and set them on the guaze next to the bullet, then took a roll of medical guaze and lifted Katin gently, cutting off thick pieces of the roll and attaching them to her shoulder wound with medical tape. The anesthesia would wear off soon, and he would need the pain meds ready for her.

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"I'll hold her." Dakota said softly. She gently took her in her arms and held her.