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River staggers into the clinic. Her hair is filthy and tangled, matted with twigs and other detritus. Her clothing is torn in more than one place, showing scratches and abrasions, and she holds one arm close to her body with the other.

She stares around blankly, as though not recognizing her surroundings. Then she clearly says, "Help," and as the words pass her lips her eyes roll back in her head and she falls to the floor.

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Lisa walks into the clinic to find a student lying on the ground, obviously in trouble. She runs over to the patient.

"Hello, Hello? Can you hear me? I work in the clinic, you are going to be okay. Hello?"

[OOC: Other clinic volunteers, jump in at will. Bad attention span today.]

Wilson ducks his head out of House's office, spotting one girl crouched over another. "Hey? Hello? What's going on?"

"Wilson! Oh my god! Hi....ummm... young female... obvious trauma. I just found her like this. She's not responding."

[OOC: Have you talked to House!mun about Cuddy/House backstory?]

Lying on the floor, curled up on her side, all River can seem to do is shiver. Her mind feels caught between rational thought and instinctual reaction, as images flash through her head, endlessly cycling. And in one small, fenced-in corner of her consciousness, one thought: Quiet as a mouse, quick as a sparrow, he won't see me, can't catch me.

In a barely audible monotone that never seems to stop longer than it takes for her to draw breath, she mutters strange phrases and disconnected words. "... canis lupus sapiens... big bad, come to feast... always alone... hungry and cold... hatred, burning up inside... the monster comes to play once a month, and no-one can deny him... drinking down the moon..."

*DEATH comes striding in quickly, having come looking for her after treating Chiana's foot. He tosses aside is scythe, which anyone with any sense moves quickly out of the way of, and places a bony hand on her head, which, given her current state, she can likely see as well as feel. He stares at her intently, trying to determine what is wrong with her exactly, other than the abbrasions. Looking in scorn at those standing around her...*

*DEATH gets up quickly and gets bandage materials and disinfectant and begins to gently clean her wounds*

River doesn't respond aloud, precisely... but at the mental contact the hand that had clutched at the arm she's been favoring looses its grip, revealing a crude bandage wrapped 'round that forearm. The material appears to have been torn from the ragged edge of her blouse, and is crusted brown with dried blood.

*DEATH removes the bandage carefully, examining the wound. He stands up quickly, leaving the remaining abrasions unattended.*

*DEATH turns on his heel and leaves the clinic quickly, heading for the Dr. House's quarters*

"I will do so."

Lisa tends to River's wounds as Death looks for Dr. House.

"Hey, you're going to be okay. We'll take good care of you."

Some hours later, River slowly makes her way back up from unconsciousness. Staring upwards, she sees sterile white ceiling tile above her. Lying on smooth white sheets, senses clouded with what she knows by experience is a sedative, she lets her eyes wander as she tries to speak.

"H'lo...?"

Lisa comes over from where she has been sitting and observing River.

"Hi, you're in the clinic. My name is Lisa. Don't move to fast, you have some cuts and your arm is injured, okay?"

"Okay," River manages. "Is Chiana alri--"

Her voice, already raspy, goes whispery as she tries to finish the word. "Is there water?"

Lisa grabs some ice chips. "Try these, they should help.

Who is Chiana? Is she hurt too? No one else has come into the clinic."

"Grey girl, slender. Twisted her ankle, I think? She's who I was trying to protect."

Allie enters the clinic and sees Lisa and a man she doesn't recognize hovering over a female.

"What can I do to help?"

*The usual creepy feeling surrounding DEATH has escalated to mortal dread and urgency. Those who can see DEATH note that he seems taller and more substantial than usual*

Allie feels a weird... something... not quite a chill, more of a displacement of air around her... it leaves her feeling vaguely unsettled.

[ooc: allie would definitely not be able to see Death...]

[OOC: Sorry, pre-work rush. I'll explain better. DEATH can make himself seen or heard, which he doesn't usually do, since it makes people break and they lose bits of their memory. However, this school is so weird that a disembodied voice that's heard in your head seems kinda normal, so I'm playing as though everyone can hear DEATH. It just makes life easier.]

Good to know :)

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