(Un)fortunately for her, you do still have some questions.
"Fine, then. First, though, yer weapons, weapon-ish things, assorted doodads, and anything else ye might be hidin'. Bein' a gentleman, I won't ask ye ta remove yer clothin', but-"
Okay, yeah, she's about to pass out. Better hurry things up a bit.
"The cane and the pistol are on the floor. I believe you crushed the phantasms to death when you stepped on my hand. Other than that, I have only blood vials and some numbing mist in my robes. I am not lying to you."
You pat her down, retrieving said vials, a pair of syringes, and the little containers of transparent fluid you can only assume are this "numbing mist." Finding nothing else on her, you try to figure out what exactly to do. She's already lost a lot of blood and you don't know where Iosefka keeps the stuff for transfusions, not that you know how blood types work or how to use the damn things at all if you did. You're good at taking blood out of people, not putting it back in. Pulling out the bayonets would just make things worse. That just leaves the gross option.
"How exactly do ye use these things?" you ask, holding out one of the confiscated blood vials.
"Use a syringe. Inject it into my leg. Anywhere works."
This is much less scientific than modern medicine should be.
With a shrug, you do as she says, emptying one of the small vials into the syringe and injecting the lot into her thigh. Before your eyes, her body begins to repair itself; the open wounds on her shoulder and hand close up while the dripping streams from the bayonets trickle to a halt. Her fingers don't grow back, you notice, but the stumps are solid and scar-free, as though they'd been that way since birth. Her breathing drops to a more measured pace, though she's still visibly wincing. Now that the adrenaline's gone, it seems that her nervous system is finally catching up to the situation.
"Thank you, Father Anderson."
"I wouldn't."
As when you first exited the clinic, you produce your Bible and nails and will a ward into existence, surrounding her with the pierced pages.
"Try ta leave the circle and I'll know. I don't think I need ta explain what comes next."
She regards the barrier with curiosity. With her mangled left hand, she reaches towards it, only to draw it back, with a hiss when it reaches the boundary.
"Is this what you had around the Clinic?"
Oh, right. How'd she get through that, anyway?
"How'd ye get through that, anyway?"
"I shattered the back door with the Augur. Whatever force powers this barrier, Ebrietas' is greater."
There's a pause.
"When I get back, yer gonna explain every word o' that sentence."
"Of course."
A couple of those things sounded like proper nouns. That's a bit worrying. As is, you know, the fact that she apparently busted through your ward with sheer force. It may not be as effective on humans as it is on vampires or werewolves, but it's still quite a feat.
You don't have to walk far before you find Iosefka groggily pulling at her restraints. Beside the table stands an IV bag; it seems like Lumnia was in the process of setting it up before she heard you knocking. The Doctor is disheveled and mumbling incoherently, but not visibly hurt. She starts when she sees you, prompting you to hold up your hands.
"Not gonna hurtcha, lass."
She squints. "Father Anderson?"
"It's me, Doctor. Relax."
"Why wouldn't I be relaxed? You're here to help with the patients, aren't you? Now, if I could just get off this table, we can get started on curing that poor man whose hand turned into a spider."
"...What?"
"Hand-spider! You can't expect a man to live like that! Now, I just need to figure out a way to stand up and we can begin."
Whatever Lumnia sedated her with, it seems it was some good shit.
You undo the restraints and help her to her feet, cognizant of her occasional twitches and jerks. With her hand draped over your shoulders, you walk her back towards the stairwell, doing your best to explain the situation. There are a few more imaginary patients, but you can see the haze beginning to lift from her eyes after a minute or two.
"Someone sedated me?" she asks, wide-eyed. She reaches into a pocket in her coat with her free hand, clutching something. "Who? Why?"
"Lady from the Healing Church. Wanted ta replace ye ta draw in some 'subjects,' she says. Ye can ask her more yerself, if ye'd like."
She seems as angry as she is mortified. When you reach the woman in question, Iosefka steps past you, wobbling slightly. Taking in the prone figure, who is doing her best to do the same in spite of her current inability to lean forward, she walks over to a pile of textbooks and picks up the one on top.
You recognize it right before she uses it to break Lumnia's nose. You're not sure if that's technically a proper use of the Holy Word, but it is the heaviest book you can see.
Iosefka returns it to the pile, straightening it as she does, before returning to your side. She's breathing rather more heavily than when she came in.
"I do apologize for using your gift in such a way, Father, but it was the heaviest book I could see."
"No need, Doctor."
You couldn't be more proud.
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