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The Hospital in Vandare. I'll be back at the clinic shortly. Why?

It's not safe.

[Thank you, captain obvious.]

Thank you. I didn't realize when the walls tried to crush me the last four times.

The last four times?!

[What the heck!]

Yes. Even though it was once a building, it's surprising how flexible it can be. It's sinew everywhere doesn't help maneuvering either.

So why are you there in the first place?

[He says, typing this as he flies off towards that location.]

Do you really have to ask?

[Not really. And still...]

You'll get yourself killed. [Yes, they both know that, last four times, stop repeating little guy.] Tell me your location in the facility so I can find you.

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[He's panicking again...]

Fourth floor, South wing. It's only a patient room.

[He still has ways to go, even with his teleoprtation. The sky is alight with flick after flick of flames appearing and disappearing. It's a wonder he can type like this at all.]

Any civilians still alive?

Plenty, but we've lost a fair number still. I actually have one human now that needs to be taken to the clinic.

And when were you going to call me about this?

[She doesn't need to. You're a good dog.]

I won't be able to teleport him in that case.

We're typing now, aren't we? You're good at catching on like that.

[Haha ah...]

There's no need. However, some fire will help discourage the hospital from attempting to digest us again.

[From everything she tells him, he's glad to be getting closer.]

Is it completely sentient? Or moving from instinct?

I'll be there in a few minutes.

Instinct.

Try cutting that in half if possible.

[Oh no you don't you're not taking her computer, wall.]

[Groan.]

I can't fly faster than this!

Then I may have to hang up.

I'll be right there Doctor.

[Maybe hanging up might be best if he's going to arrive there on this ridiculous amount of time.

Which he does a short bit later. Out of breath, the fire in his eyes a little less bright than usual. This took a lot of constant power.]

This place is a mess.

[She doesn't answer; she's preoccupied.]

[When he arrives, she's ripping out her laptop from the wall, pincers curling back under her dress. There is indeed a human sitting on her abdomen, but it looks like the wall was retreating for now.]

You're telling me.

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