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Started January 03, 2022 by Deleted user

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Elanor stifled a laugh at the way Anna quickly got awkward, smiling a little bit. "I, ah, would also like my sword back. I left it at your house, Anna." she said, smiling again and glancing between Jekyll and Anna.

Anna nodded. "I'll be right back." she ran off, presumably to get the sword. Henry chuckled. "Come inside, I'll make you a cup of tea and we can discuss anything you have in mind for… this whole… situation." he shrugged.

Elanor cleared her throat, nodding slightly as she moved to follow Henry inside. This situation felt a bit odd to her, but Anna trusted him. She still wasn't sure if she did, but she could defend herself if she needed to.

Henry wasn’t intending on hurting the poor girl, much less using her for any experiments. For now, that is. She needed a friend right now, and besides, experiments are better when they trust you. That way, you get the satisfaction of a willing participant. However, he had his eyes set on Anna, and her transformation abilities. He also wasn’t speaking for a solid minute as he led Elanor inside the house, and decided to change that. “Well, do be a dear and sit down, I’ll make you something warm to drink.” he said.

Elanor was quiet, eventually sitting down when he told her to. She was a bit relieved to be off her feet, if she was honest. Her side was throbbing, just a little. She didn't think it was a problem, but she still was glad to be off her feet.

"So, Anna said you came in looking like you'd fought a war? Care to elaborate on that?" Jekyll asked, warming up the stove some more so he could warm up the kettle and preparing the tea leaves.

"I had– have? –a stab wound." she replied, tucking back a loose strand of hair. "She took care of it, and it will heal." or at least, she hoped it did. The only other option was it…not healing, which would be a disaster.

"Would you let me see it? Don't worry, I won't touch anything you don't want me to." he said softly, he'd been this woman once- scared of any strange man who wanted to operate on him, albeit this was in an asylum and several decades ago. He still sympathized, though.

Her hand automatically went to where the wound was hidden beneath her clothing, and tried to think of how she could show the wound without also showing her entire upper half. Sure, Anna had said that he was a dandy and didn't like women, but still. She didn't want to show him any more than the wound.

Henry shrugged. "Well, if you're not up to it, I can understand. Just know, I can help. Anna's no surgeon, if she botched something I'll want to know. I don't want you dying on me, understand?" he asked.

"I…" she was wearing two layers on the bottom, maybe that would be the easiest way? She grabbed the hem of the top layer, carefully working it up until the bandages– but no more –were showing. "There." She still looked vaguely embarrassed.

Henry looked at nothing more than the wound and bandages, and he sucked in air through his teeth. The bandages were bloody and looked like they'd need replacing soon. As well as, he'd need to fix up the stitching. "Well… she made it slightly more likely you'll live, at least for a day or two more?" he said, almost optimistically.

She frowned. "What do you mean?" She asked, glancing down at the bandages, then over at him again, looking a bit concerned. What did he mean? The wound hurt, sure, but it was better. Right?

"Look, I said before that Anna is no surgeon. She mostly takes care of diseases, births, that sort of thing. She's more of a midwife than a doctor, but don't tell her I ever said that." he admitted. "I'm afraid I'll need to do work on this, but I promise I won't touch anything you don't want me to." he held his hands up.

She took a deep breath, considering his words. "I want to talk to her about it first." She replied, letting go of the hem and letting it fall back down again for now. "Surely you can understand that." She was hesitant to just take him at his word; if Anna backed him up, then it would be fine.

Just that moment, Anna burst in the door with the sword. "I," she panted for a second, "I have your sword." she smiled triumphantly, handing it to Elanor.

Elanor smiled, taking her sword back. "Thank you, Anna." she replied, looking between Jekyll and Anna slowly, unsure if she should bring up the wound or if Jekyll would.

"Elanor is wounded. But your fixing it… Anna, you should have come to me for this, you've barely studied how to stitch wounds, much less big ones like this!" Henry said softly. "May I attend to Elanor? She needs help, you know that." Anna looked away, but nodded as she did so. "Yes. I'm sorry," she said, almost… ashamed? Like Henry was practically her dad, even.

Elanor cleared her throat faintly, a little embarrassed at having caused such a fuss, but knowing she couldn't really help it. After all, it wasn't her fault she had been– no, wait, it was her fault. Sort of. It was mostly Claudius's fault though. Prick. She was glad he was dead, though she still mourned Laertes. He hadn't needed to die.

"Ah, yes. Well, Elanor? Do I have your consent, then? To operate, I mean." he said, looking her dead in the eyes. "I won't do anything without your permission, not even put you under."

Elanor nodded slowly. "Yes. Though I would prefer it if Anna stayed." she said, glancing at the woman. "If…she is alright with that." she knew Anna trusted Jekyll but she still couldn't quite bring herself to resign herself to his care without someone else around right now.

Anna nodded, looking red in the face and ashamed. "Yes. I… can stay." she said, not meeting eyes with either of them. Jekyll took Elanor by the hand, helping her to stand and leading her to the back of the house, of which there was a giant operating theater just waiting for a patient. Everything was clean and new, Jekyll's house itself was much cleaner than even Anna's.

Elanor followed Jekyll into the operating room. "Thank you, Anna." she said, glancing back at the other woman. She hated to burden her like this, but she didn't want to be left alone with a man she didn't know.

Anna was the first to enter, sitting down on a chair in the corner of the room. Jekyll next, he led Elanor inside and directed her to a box with hospital gowns in it. "Pick one, they're clean. You can sit down on the operating table if needed."

Elanor nodded slowly, picking one up and taking a deep breath. "Alright. Thank you." She said softly. She looked around. "Do you, uhm, want me to change into it? And if so…where?" She didn't want to change in plain sight, after all.