Vivian's eyelids grew heavy and her movements sluggish as she felt fatigue beginning to creep in behind her eyes. The act of taking someone's wounds really was a herculean effort for her, especially wounds so terrible. She could feel the myriad knives of flame in her belly as she tried to stand again, there were more patients to attend to and more people to help. She couldn't sit around for much longer, as she felt she had already lingered here for long enough. She applied some gauze to her now burnt wreck of an abdomen and limped over to the foot of the bed, hands shaking both from exhaustion and shock. She turned back to Wolf with a shaky smile and gave a slow, laboured thumbs-up. "Don't -- ah crap that smarts. Don't you worry none, sir. Its my job. Don't need any payment or nothin'. Just don't let me catch you in here too often, it'll wreak hell on me just as it does you." She chuckled but it was interrupted by a snarl of pain as the sensation of fire crawled up her chest with every movement.

"You get some rest. I'll be back to check on you later, if you don't get out beforehand that is." She waves to him and quickly speeds off to a quieter area. There was a lounge area, or waiting room rather, where patients and personnel would wait and relax whilst others were treated. There she curled up in a tattered recliner facing the window, breathing laboured and interspersed with groans and hisses as she found a position that wasn't agony for her. There she lay, as she tried to soak up the last remaining sunbeams of the day. All in all, a good day.