The Doctor Is In - Part 2
Hazan Volintis
Omega
Lower Wards
With credit chits in his pocket, Hazan walked down the mostly quiet street. It'd been less than an hour after the whole fight pit thing down beneath Afterlife, and frankly he was in need of a stiff drink. And medicine. But more importantly, he had to find a doctor. Vellios was seriously injured in their last fight, and he didn't want to see him in that state.
Thankfully, he knew a place. A clinic in the lower Wards, past the marketplace. He ducked past a krogan carrying a crate and weaved his way through the late night crowd towards the market.
Of course, this being Omega, the marketplace wasn't exactly one hundred percent...legal. He'd bought his custom-made armour suit from here. On occasion he'd sold his services to those who'd enough money to buy a professional sharpshooter. He'd seen illegal mods for omnitools, weapons he'd never seen before, along with all manner of drugs.
Hazan didn't trust anything here as far as he could through them. And to be unarmed in one of the most lawless places in the system was a death wish. Thankful he'd gotten his weapons back from Afterlife security, he wove through the crowd, a hand gently pushing past people that didn't hear him say excuse me. The clinic was just past the market, tucked away in an alley a distance away. All he had to do was get there, find a doctor and get back to Afterlife and the pit.
Hazan sighed and readjusted the shoulders on his suit. The pads were digging into his bruises under his carapace. Fighting two krogans was no joke. Well, at least he understood Tonka a little more now. The big lug was tough, like his opponents had been. If he'd been alone against one of them, he probably wouldn't have won. But he knew how to take a krogan down now: lots of grit and determination.
That was his motivation, he thought to himself as he rounded a corner and went down a flight of stairs. Vellios was hurt. Badly. And as much as he wanted the black turian to be fine and dandy after today, it all depended on the doctors.
He knew them almost personally. There were two regulars at the clinic. A salarian and a human. Both were well respected in the neighbourhood for being the best (and only) medical practitioners in the area. Of course, there were other clinics in Omega. Hazan knew these guys through experience. The salarian, a doctor...what was his name? Narian? Norus? Something starting with an 'N'. He'd been the one that had patched up the gaping hole in his side when he'd been shot by a Mantis. Hazan owed him his life. The gray turian was sure that the good doctor would help him too.
As he walked down the quiet walkway, he was barely aware of the noise behind him. The general noise from the market was slowly fading the further he walked.
He kept walking. The clinic was close.
He could see the bright green and white of the clinic sign ahead of him. The turian reached the double doors and stopped. Lights were on. People were in. Though this late, he wouldn't be surprised if they were closing.
He pushed through the doors and smiled as the receptionist stood and acknowledged him.
"Haze."
"Loris."
The thin male quarian nodded and sat back down as Hazan approached the counter.
"I understand you guys provide medical supplies in bulk?"
"We do. What d'you need them for? Another of your ill-fated go teams?"
Hazan scoffed.
"Pff. Nothing of the sort. I'm in a crew now, and our ship's out of medical supplies. I was wondering if I could order some and have it transported to the Afterlife docks. A ship called the Borealis."
"Hmm. Well sure, I suppose. Do you have medi-gel?"
The turian nodded.
"More than enough. But one more box wouldn't hurt."
Loris began to type into his terminal.
"Right, well I'm assuming this is a light cruiser or something similar, so I'll ring you up for a full complement of standard ship medical supplies. Who am I charging this to?"
"Well, I've got a chit here for eleven hundred creds. That enough?"
Hazan produced the chit and Loris gave it a look.
"I'm not going to ask where you got this from. But it should cover it."
Loris kept the chit and typed a little more. Once done, he handed the chit back to the Turian.
"You've got about a hundred left in there. Our delivery guys are done for the day, so your supplies will be delivered to you come tomorrow. In the meantime, you should go get some rest. Those bruises on you don't look too good."
Hazan thanked Loris and left the clinic just as his omnitool flashed into life with an active comms link.
"Serena? Yeah I'm outside right now. Yeah I was with him earlier. Back to the ship? Alright, sure. Just make sure we don't leave yet, I've got medical supplies on order that arrive tomorrow morning. Alright, I'm coming back now."
Well, duty called. Serena and Iosif had picked up Vellios from the pit and were back at the ship. They needed his help.
The med supplies confirmed for delivery, Hazan made his way back to the Borealis.
The night was over without incident. Thank the Spirits.
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