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| - The base infirmary is a spacious room, with high ceilings, blue tile floors, and plenty of room in which to walk around. The place is brightly lit by row upon row of fluorescent lighting. There are about six beds ready for use, with fourteen more that can be readied if necessary. Each bedside is surrounded by state-of-the-art medical equipment, in addition to the more standard medbay fare like trays of supplies and such. Spike Witwicky is lying, shot up. He's floating in and out of consciousness. SG-Ebony glances over at Spike, and frowns, "Why bring him in here? Let him bleed..." she murmers.
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| - The base infirmary is a spacious room, with high ceilings, blue tile floors, and plenty of room in which to walk around. The place is brightly lit by row upon row of fluorescent lighting. There are about six beds ready for use, with fourteen more that can be readied if necessary. Each bedside is surrounded by state-of-the-art medical equipment, in addition to the more standard medbay fare like trays of supplies and such. Beyond the recovery ward are a pair of double doors leading into the surgical ward itself, which includes six separate operating tables and the best surgical equipment the US government can provide. A smaller room to the side is set up as a biocontainment ward, including an armored window through which doctors can monitor the patients inside. While not a place to set someone's mind and soul at ease... it's a place to spend time healing... to watch the large, industrial-grade 12-hour clock on the wall, and consider the virtues of being more careful. Ebony steps into the Infirmary, and moves directly to the drug lockup. She pulls out a Key, and slips it into the lock. She pulls out a bottle of pills, and three vials. She quickly swallows two pills, and moves to a desk, pulling out a syringe. Seems the Evil wench is going to mix drugs. She injects morphine into her arm, and lets out a soft sigh of contentment. Spike Witwicky is lying, shot up. He's floating in and out of consciousness. SG-Ebony glances over at Spike, and frowns, "Why bring him in here? Let him bleed..." she murmers. Spike Witwicky lies back and gently rests his hands on his shoulders like a dead Egyptian soldier. He's pretty much ready to meet his maker. SG-Ebony cups a hand over the Earpiece in her ear, "Copy. Buster and Spike will be released... Shall I let them live?" Spike Witwicky falls deeper into slumber. He murmers in his sleep. "crack..." He smacks his dry lips as he's dozing. Ebony moves over to Spike, and kicks him, "Wake up." Spike Witwicky flinches and covers his eyes. "Oh fuck..." Ebony says softly, "Stand up... You get to leave this place." Spike Witwicky shakes his head and says weakly. "I'm not leavin' without Busser." Ebony nods slightly, "Him too.... Although, I could just kill you, instead." Spike Witwicky gets up and limps. "But you're not gonna kill me, right?" Ebony shrugs, "Depends..." Spike Witwicky looks at his blood crusted arm. "Depends on what?" Ebony chuckles softly, "On if you piss me off." Spike Witwicky hobbles outside the open door. He keeps looking at Ebony, expecting her to kill him. "Since we were unfairly imprisoned, do we get like a cash settlement or something?" Ebony laughs, loudly, "Or if you ask stupid questions like that..." Spike Witwicky hobbles outside. He scratches his head. "An' Carly?"" Ebony shrugs, "No orders to let her go." Spike Witwicky smirks and then heads out. "Wish it was a pleasure." Ebony chuckles, softly, "Oh, but it was... And it might be again. Don't be surprised if I look you up, later..." Spike Witwicky shakes his head. "Not if I can help it." Ebony smirks, Following Spike out... She'll knock him out, before he gets out. She has to drop him off in a town, with no way of knowing where the Pit is. Spike Witwicky hobbles out. Ebony says softly, "Spike?" Spike Witwicky looks over at Ebony and says weakly, "What?" Ebony walks to Spike, and asks, "One last kiss, for old time's sake?" Spike Witwicky frowns and says "You're not going to kick me in the junk, are you?" Ebony shakes her head, "Nope. I promise." Spike Witwicky licks his lips opens them for Ebony and actually gives her a fairly respectful kiss. No gross licking, no groping. Ebony returns the kiss, than breaks it. GAME: Ebony PASSES an AGILITY roll of High difficulty. Ebony slips behind Spike quickly, wrapping her left arm around his throat, not in a choke hold, but in a sleeper hold... >> Ebony succeeds with her generic combat roll on Spike Witwicky. << Spike Witwicky 's eyes widen and slowly black out.
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