Several burly men were lounging in a corridor. In the two rooms next to them, about a dozen of gang members were recovering from their knife fight, just a night earlier.
''I wish that new wing was already completed. Placing them so close to each other. If Dobins and his men werenít here Iíd fear theyíll go for each other again'' muttered one of the doctors.
''Should we actually treat their sort? I think the faster they send each other to graves, the better'' replied his colleague, making sure his voice didnít carry.
Green Operating Room
''As you can see the inflammation here is the cause of the pain. It would be possible to remove it, without impairing the functioning of the body.'' Vassari instructed, as a cadre of men and women, wearing the white, surrounded the operating table. A Hand, brought doctor boiled scalpel as he leaned over the woman. ''Please a bit of room. You can follow the operation by looking at the mirrors placed on the celling.''
Dr. Vassariís Personal Cabinet
Morden was relaxing with a glass of sherbet, picking exotic fruits from a bowl on his table. He non-consciously checked, if their skin was broken, before peeling it off, an old habit. His thoughts wandered. The city was boiling with fights and turf wars. At first he was surpised to see so few patients in the hospital, before he realized that making way to him would probably be a dangerous affair, seeing the fighting on the streets. Besides, Bloodhaven hasnít yet operated for long and many people either didnít know or werenít certain of its reputation.
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