as written by Tiko
When Jesse woke the morning after the attack on Re'Altarm in the Phantom Quarter he found himself sprawled upon the cold cement of a privately run - and highly illegal - medical center on the outskirts of Vargeras. It was owned and operated by Dr. Reinhard and served as the only medical facility in the city outfitted for treating werewolves. It maintained no official name and was typically referred to as simply 'Reinhard's' by those who know of its existence.
As the haze of sleep faded, it didn't take Jesse long to become aware of the fact that he was awkwardly devoid of any clothing. Unlike those of the Bloodstone pack who where born shapeshifters, Jesse was not yet accustomed to the comfort most of them held with public nudity. Worse yet, his clothes where still back in the Phantom Quarter where he had left them the night prior.
Fortunately Reinhard's patients where typically werewolves, and they were well accustomed to such complications, and Jesse had been volunteering enough hours here that he knew there was a storage room with old clothes. He got up with a groan, stiff from sleeping on the floor.
Once he was dressed with a pair of oversized pants and a shirt that was a few sizes too loose, he went in search of Reinhard. Bare feet padded against the cement floors as he made his way through the facility, which had initially been constructed as an office building. The original owners had abandoned the project halfway to completion and Reinhard had bought up the property, and the building with it. Unfinished office rooms had been converted into exam rooms, and utility closet into supply rooms. Everything had an unfinished look to it, as the walls remained unpainted, and the floors bare of any linoleum or carpeting. It was a rather drab place of greys and unfinished wood. From the exterior the 'hospital' appeared little more than a rundown, abandoned building with the windows boarded up to keep the interior lights from shining out into the streets at night. Those who knew of its true purpose knew to come in through the back.
The entire operation was highly illegal, but the human hospitals lacked the proper facilities for treating werewolves without endangering both patient and doctor. There was also the trouble that many of Reinhard's patients were criminals, and not too keen to contend with the cops when they showed up at the hospital with gunshot wounds.
For that very same reason, much of the facility and its supplies where kept maintained by the various packs. It was through their funding that he could maintain this private operation, and being the only werewolf surgeon in the city meant that all of the packs had a vested interest in keeping him in business and respecting the neutrality of his center.
When Jesse finally located Reinhard, it was in one of the many converted office rooms where he was checking up on Re'Altarm.
"Hey. How is she?" Jesse asked.
"Stable for now. You did good work in getting her here," the doctor answered. "She's going to need surgery, but I don't think she's stable enough for that yet. I'm easing her off the sedatives so I can try to talk to her and find out what happened. Are you staying long?"
"Nah, I have to get back to report this to Baron. She was attacked scarcely a block outside of our territory, he'll want to know about it. Though... before I get going, there's something I wanted to ask. There's a little girl I've been treating, in the Phantom Quarter. She's in some bad need of some antibiotics, if you could spare some."
"Go ahead and take what you need," Reinhard told him.
When Jesse woke the morning after the attack on Re'Altarm in the Phantom Quarter he found himself sprawled upon the cold cement of a privately run - and highly illegal - medical center on the outskirts of Vargeras. It was owned and operated by Dr. Reinhard and served as the only medical facility in the city outfitted for treating werewolves. It maintained no official name and was typically referred to as simply 'Reinhard's' by those who know of its existence.
As the haze of sleep faded, it didn't take Jesse long to become aware of the fact that he was awkwardly devoid of any clothing. Unlike those of the Bloodstone pack who where born shapeshifters, Jesse was not yet accustomed to the comfort most of them held with public nudity. Worse yet, his clothes where still back in the Phantom Quarter where he had left them the night prior.
Fortunately Reinhard's patients where typically werewolves, and they were well accustomed to such complications, and Jesse had been volunteering enough hours here that he knew there was a storage room with old clothes. He got up with a groan, stiff from sleeping on the floor.
Once he was dressed with a pair of oversized pants and a shirt that was a few sizes too loose, he went in search of Reinhard. Bare feet padded against the cement floors as he made his way through the facility, which had initially been constructed as an office building. The original owners had abandoned the project halfway to completion and Reinhard had bought up the property, and the building with it. Unfinished office rooms had been converted into exam rooms, and utility closet into supply rooms. Everything had an unfinished look to it, as the walls remained unpainted, and the floors bare of any linoleum or carpeting. It was a rather drab place of greys and unfinished wood. From the exterior the 'hospital' appeared little more than a rundown, abandoned building with the windows boarded up to keep the interior lights from shining out into the streets at night. Those who knew of its true purpose knew to come in through the back.
The entire operation was highly illegal, but the human hospitals lacked the proper facilities for treating werewolves without endangering both patient and doctor. There was also the trouble that many of Reinhard's patients were criminals, and not too keen to contend with the cops when they showed up at the hospital with gunshot wounds.
For that very same reason, much of the facility and its supplies where kept maintained by the various packs. It was through their funding that he could maintain this private operation, and being the only werewolf surgeon in the city meant that all of the packs had a vested interest in keeping him in business and respecting the neutrality of his center.
When Jesse finally located Reinhard, it was in one of the many converted office rooms where he was checking up on Re'Altarm.
"Hey. How is she?" Jesse asked.
"Stable for now. You did good work in getting her here," the doctor answered. "She's going to need surgery, but I don't think she's stable enough for that yet. I'm easing her off the sedatives so I can try to talk to her and find out what happened. Are you staying long?"
"Nah, I have to get back to report this to Baron. She was attacked scarcely a block outside of our territory, he'll want to know about it. Though... before I get going, there's something I wanted to ask. There's a little girl I've been treating, in the Phantom Quarter. She's in some bad need of some antibiotics, if you could spare some."
"Go ahead and take what you need," Reinhard told him.
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