His name sounded quite foreign, she hoped there wasn't some language barrier because that would make her job a lot harder. He thanked her and his voice trailed off, seeking a name. "Oh! Um Anabelle, Anabelle Oasis. Most people call me Nurse Ana though." She said anxiously. It appeared as though the man was feeling better which in turn made her feel more at ease. Seeing people in pain wasn't her favorite thing about the job. It was the opposite, the healing, which made her warm and fuzzy actually. She shook his hand gently and stepped back. "Your clothes...um, we had to cut them off of you, I'm sorry." She told him.

He then mentioned that he had overrated by coming to the hospital. "It's okay...better to be safe than sorry." Ana smiled a little, not sure if he knew of his injury or not. "Is there someone we can call to pick you up? We can discharge you anytime but if you went outside without a shirt or jacket, you'd probably be back in here with hypothermia or something worse." Ana mentioned as she looked back over his chart. It was unfinished and hastily written, which was understandable. She couldn't imagine the pain of trying to write down bits of information while you were bleeding profusely. "I'll see if I can find you something else to wear." Anabelle said and quickly went out of the room.

What an odd man.

She updated those at the nurse's station and then headed off to the locker room to check the lost-and-found. It wasn't an ideal place to get clothes but it would be better than nothing. And Ana couldn't bear the thought of someone leaving the hospital after nearly dying, without any clothes on because of a supposed misunderstanding. But she had seen his wound. It was awful. So it was there. She shook her head and found a large sweatshirt. She smelled it, decided it was okay, and headed back to room 204. "I found this, it's not much but it'll get you home." She handed it to him and stayed near the door. It was a little unsettling, being in the same vicinity as the strange man. She wasn't sure why but she just felt nervous.

In the back of the woman's head, she considered that he had questions regarding his injury but at the same time, they both seemed to be walking on egg shells in regards to the matter. Did he think she was weird? She thought she was weird, but so far she had only been able to help people at random. Nothing bad had happened yet. She wondered if she should tell her mother about the odd boy, when she mentioned healing people without using science, Mahea would laugh and say she was gifted and had a lived imagination. Then the topic would be changed and they'd move on. "We just need you to sign some things, get some insurance information and you're free to go." Ana told him and headed out to get the paperwork started at the nurse's station.

- - -

He didn't need to be a mind-reader to sense that she was upset with him.

Devon didn't care much about her personal issues though, they weren't his problem to focus on, He had bigger things to worry about than a girl's job. He rubbed his armor, it was light and worn. He let the woman get out all the crap that needed to be said. He was glad she didn't have the gift of mind reading or seeing into the vortex of time, it would be in poor hands. Even so, he wasn't reassured by the fact she could control the elements. Women could be too crafty and indecisive when it came to fighting. Devon was sure that she had no idea what she had done or could do. He was mostly trying to defuse the situation unfolding, rather than standing up for the girl.

Of course, he would stand up for any women in distress but the girl wasn't in that category. When she finally finished her miniature tirade, he glanced back up to see her walking off. Thanks to having younger sisters, he know how to deal with temperamental outbursts. "Your thoughts betray your words. Hell, your words betray your words just like your emotions. If you're ungrateful, I don't really care, just say you're not welcome and move on but don't try to thank me while simultaneously blaming me for your bad luck." Devon said to her as he moved to walk beside her, a bit of an annoyance in his step. 

Peace and quiet, oh how he welcomed those at the moment. "I did what I did for those drunks, not so much you." He shrugged. "A place to eat and sleep and get out of the rain is worth a lot more than a girl who doesn't know what she's capable of and thus risks the lives of her and everyone around her." He shrugged. "You're old enough that I'd assume you'd know you're an Elemental by now." He may be pride himself on being a charming gentleman but that ship sailed when the girl started throwing an emotional tantrum and if he didn't stomp that rotten mood out of her, the whole town would be trying to kill them both. "Hate to break it to you, but you are and back there, you were about to lose it so if anyone should be thanking me, it's you and those drunks."

Devon fell silent once more as he cleared his mind with a soft sigh. "I am sorry for your misfortune, I know many women who fall short of their capabilities." He said. "It's not right but it's the world we live in. You've got enough fight in you to move on from that place. You're a magician with power that people dream about. You've gotta move on, find yourself a master, if you can, and learn to control your skill and make it work for you. Or go into hiding, I don't care. I do care, when you endanger me and those around me, even if I don't know them, I'm not willing to stand by and let your fit bring mobs into harms way, magic has a bad enough reputation." He said as he slowed down, having reached a comfortable looking ditch, he could call it home for a few days.