The way back to work was fine albeit wet. Anabelle quickly ate her lunch and decided to go down and check on things on the main floor. Her current list of patients were busy sleeping, eating or having tests done so she decided that her time could be better spent down in emergency care. Things tended to be more fast paced which could make her a bit flustered, she hoped that she'd soon be over the issue. After all, she had to be able to think on her feet, if she froze up in the middle of a white room, she wasn't sure how she'd do if she found someone out in the open. She loved helping people but sometimes she got too distracted by their own plight, to focus on what needed to be done. Washing up, she skipped over to the elevator and took it two floors down. Ana walked into the main waiting room where triage took place. People assessed the condition of incoming patients and got down information. It was a bit bureaucratic and annoying but it was necessary. She picked up some files and began to look them over when she spotted a well dressed man filing out the usual paperwork. She went back to her work and only when she heard him speak, did her attention get piqued. The man fell to the floor and she hurried over to check on him. "I need a stretcher over here!" Anabelle shouted as she began to check his limbs for any sort of damage. She found a large gash on his side and it penetrated him quite deep. She pulled her stethoscope down and listened to his heart. "Stay with me, you'll be fine." Ana said sweetly as she brushed her hand along his forehead. He wasn't dealing with a fever, which was good. His body could be reacting much worse to a wound. Ana opened the man's eyes and checked his vital signs. A team came over and picked him up and set him on the stretcher. "Take him to room 204 please." She instructed and went to call for a surgical consult as it was evident that he would need to be operated on. Ana washed her hands again and hurried up to meet them there. Once in room 204, she and the other nurses went to getting off his clothes. "He doesn't have a wallet or any ID on him?" Ana asked as they checked for muscle reactions where he could feel being poked and prodded. The other nurses left and Ana moved closer to his bedside, his upper attire having been taken off, while his pants remained. "What's you name?" She asked the man as she looked down at the awful gash. "You don't seem like the type of guy who would get attacked by a gang." She muttered. "Or who moonlights as some superhero." She joked a little and moved her hand down to his wound, gently pressing along the edges of it. The more she looked at it, the less gruesome it became. It was odd but something that had been happening to her during her work at the hospital. As she looked at the injury, someone knocked and made her turn around and nearly fall backward, as she had been crouching by the man's side. "Hey Ana, can I take a look?" "Hey Douglas, sure." Ana smiled to the surgeon and moved to where she was but only saw blood but not gash. "This is the right room isn't it?" "Hm? Yes it is..." She looked to the wound which wasn't there any longer and back to her friend. "Sorry, I guess I...made a mistake." She said nervously. Doug looked to her and just headed out, making changes to the chart. Ana sighed and looked back at the man, not sure how she had healed him so quickly. There were times she would touch someone's scar and see it vanish but never so quickly. Ana looked at her hands and decided to just carry on, hoping to put the incident behind her as she usually would. "If you're in any pain, we can give you something." She spoke up. "But it seems you're free to go, guess it's your lucky day." - - - "Excellent, thank you." He replied to the woman. Then he turned and headed back to an empty table. He kicked his legs up and found himself rather tired, having found a moment's rest where he wasn't on his feet. The ulgy thoughts of the men that surrounded him weren't easy to block out. Most of them were horrible while only a few were only slightly so. Devon rubbed his face again, not sure how long he would stay. He would probably need to, just to get his strength back. His powers wore him out more often than most and if he could find a quiet place to rest, he would be alright. Behind him, he heard some commotion and without needing to turn around, he got the gist of what had happened. The bar maid finally came to him with what he had asked for. His stomach churned in agony. "Than-" Devon's words were cut off by someone snapping and he rolled his eyes, not liking the manner-less. He grabbed the jug and poured himself a hefty amount of wine. He chugged it down with less dignity than he intended but his mouth was much too dry to restrain himself. As he picked up the bread and tore off a bit to eat, his mind wandered. He had been in the woods for quite some time so being around so much calamity was going to take some adjusting. Thankfully, his skill was honed enough that he could wade through the crap and pick out important information. As he chewed on some bread, he found himself jumping from the mind of angry man and a frightened girl, the bar maid. He was interested, only slightly so, but still interested. The feeling of the woman turned to rage and he found himself looking over to the small scene. Devon looked around as something odd began to happen. They were small occurrences but the context was what gave it away to the magician. He went back to his bread and soon put away what he didn't eat. He'd need it, certainly. He then transferred the leftover wine to his own person pouch and got to his feet. He dusted the crumbs off of his chest and ran a hand through his hair. Now that his appetite had been tended to, he felt much better about going over and seeing what all the commotion was about. "Excuse me, sir." Devon intervened. "Considering that I am a paying costumer who isn't destroying your establishment like those over there," He gestured to the pack of men throwing chairs at one another, in some sort of drunken disagreement. "I would like to think that I could get sufficient service for what I am paying for and while you may be her boss and while it is your place to discipline her as you see fit, I would like to hope it could be done when you close, not when I'm waiting for another fill of my glass." Devon smiled and handed it to the man. "Since she's busy being a shit bar maid in your eyes, how about you show us how it's done and get me something more to drink?" He said, his voice quite chipper. That seemed to provoke an angry response from the man but it did help quell the girl's powers. He grabbed her hand and quickly led them out of the tavern, grabbing his supplies as he hurried out. He looked over his shoulder and then back at the woman. He was fortunate to not be in a position of such degradation but he didn't have time to thank his parents for his blessings. He saw a bumbling group of men come out, clearly having been sent by the head boss. "I wish they weren't so drunk, then they could put up a proper fight." Devon lamented and pulled out his long sword and advanced on the crowd. It was over far too quickly, as he wiped off his sword, he looked back to the girl. Having just injured or cut off limbs, he was sure none of the morons would die, not that their lives were worth being spared but he was in a good enough mood. "You alright?" He asked her.