Gabriel arrived at his destination, with Jade still curled with care in his arms. He had walked for a short while, his footsteps quick and inaudible, until he reached the door of a large white building and shoved it open with his right foot, causing the young woman inside to spin around in shock; dressed in clean uniform, she was silently attending to patients and aided with a couple of other doctors, but compared to the camp infirmary, there were only a few injured. He laid Jade down on an unoccupied bed and neglecting to ask, retrieved her phone. He quickly found Jake's contact and messaged the number, informing the other boy that his friend was injured. "Your boyfriend will be here in a minute," he announced, in a slightly teasing tone, attempting to ease the conversation.
He gently tore the pant from below her knee, where the arrow protruded from her shin, and examined the wound with ease, before the doctor even received a chance. He was certainly no expert when it came to healing, but he knew everything there was to know about weaponry. "It's poisoned," he declared. "You can smell it —
I would know demon venom anywhere —
and the runes engraved on the shaft translate directly to 'bibere a mort
'; or in English terms, 'drink of death
'. I've seen these arrows before, they have a tube inside the length of the arrow, which will continuously generate poison. The weapon needs to be removed before anything else is done." He looked up at the female doctor, who had come to Jade, biting her lip with concern and determination. Her white-gloved hands rested on the skin around the wound, which had softened from the venom, where veins were stretching out from the centre of the injury; she soaked up the blood with a cloth to prevent further loss and immediately began, first by injecting a needle into her arm, for no time existed to waste.