Unaware of the feuds and the source of this case, Lilith rushed to find the patient’s location. She had no heart to leave a boy injured when she had taken the duty of a doctor again. Fortunately, she knew what to take to reach to The Days Inn faster: a cab. It was an alien process for her and had no time to savor the abnormality of it. She remained sat on the back of the seat while she held on her first aid kit, nodding politely at the driver’s attempt to make a conversation. Her attention drifted away easily. Thank God, she mused, that whoever buried her had placed her medical tools with her. She hadn’t had time to purchase others in the run.
“‘Ere. The Days Inn.”
The man parked the car in front of the hotel and she paid for the ride and darted out as a red lightning before the man began to ask more questions. There was a small commotion outside about the window and the police had almost arrived to check. She looked up, quickly calculating and memorizing the room number by its position in the construction dimension. After this, Lilith made her way upstairs; pushing people out her way with the excuse of “Excuse me… I’m a doctor” repeated as a mantra.
Blood. The woman smelled it immediately when she reached the floor. Though it was human blood and thus offered no temptation to her senses. Her self-control was a little shaky since she awoke starving from her slumber. Steadying her pace, Lilith Sahl wasted no time to knock the ripped door and entered the room. Instantly, her gaze was on the cradled boy on the pale woman's arms. Wax burns. Bloodied incisions on his shoulders. And… torture? The nails were the picture of a classic Eastern Asian torture method. Who could have tortured a young boy?
“I’m very, very sorry for my delay,” Lilith apologized and turned to Danica. “Please, bring cold water. I need to look at the wounds, but we can win time and wash off the wax before his burns would worsen.”