Razeen couldn't help but to feel amused, highly so, at how the girls interacted with each other over the suckers they were given. It seemed like one, Anne apparently, wanted to keep them for themselves while the other one, Allie, wanted to do as they were told and share with the others. He waved at them as they left, then took his own leave to handle the harpy first, though the comment on ghosts and ghouls was not missed. He just pretended that he hadn't heard because there was no reason to react. Well, he could have offered a chuckle or a polite smile, but he felt like it was best to just ignore it from the lovely girls. The one, obviously, didn't understand what it meant to be devoured by a ghoul. If the person wasn't a corpse, it was a very painful way to go. If the person was a corpse, though, then it was considered very rude and defiling the remains of a precious family member to someone, somewhere. Not that Ray fully understood the concept. A dead body was food to him, much like a pig or cow that was slaughtered for the sake of human meat. At least he didn't intentionally kill people for that food, which made things a bit better, right?<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div></div><br/>After leaving the nurse and the siblings, Ray handled the voiceless harpy. It was a pretty simple cure, something she could have done at home if she had thought about it. Her screeching had run her throat raw, so it just needed something to soothe it. Honey, blended in a cup of tea with a side of a hard candy was given and she was allowed to leave whenever she wanted. Was it really that hard to try the simple things<i>before</i>wasting a doctor's time? Apparently so, since there was nothing serious, so he had that handled quickly. That meant he was able to check in on the aggravated werewolf, wild golden eyes darting around the room as the man was strapped down to try and handle his crazed state. The ghoul sighed and ran a hand through the loose strands of his hair as purple eyes stared intently at the berserking wolf shifter. The patient snarled and spat some insult about being treated by a scavenging corpse, immediately recognizing him for what he was. Well, that wasn't surprising, though it was very much a wrong assessment, much like most things seemed to be.<br/><br/>"Why isn't he sedated, nurse?" he asked, the gentle and sweet personality he had with the children completely gone in his dry and harsh tone. He hated problem patients, especially ones that he couldn't feed from at any point. Ghouls could feed on other non-human creatures, but it wasn't nearly as pleasant, and some species really disagreed with them. Even more than typical human foods did! And that was saying something. For this trained professional, werewolves were up there with more complex dishes, such as an everything pizza or three-course meal or something.<br/><br/>"Sorry, Dr. Nelson! We've been trying, but it is rather-" the young man started to explain, one of the very few male nurses on-staff, and a rather new one at that. Not wanting to listen to the excuse any further, Ray snatched up a syringe with sedative in it and promptly stabbed it in the restrained beast's neck, injecting the full dose in one quick and fluid motion. It wasn't dangerous for a species that had a superhuman rate of breaking down foreign materials introduced to the body in most cases, so he wasn't concerned as he moved for the mask and set it into place, turning it on so that the lunar creature would stay under. "Get him to the O.R. so we can get done before he awakens," he ordered, ignoring the strange look from the newbie. Human staff could be annoying at times, but it wasn't like they could have a hospital overrun with preternatural creatures in human disguises. At least the nurse did follow orders, and the surgery went smoothly, though it ran a bit longer than the doctor and staff would have liked. Ray was sporting a nasty set of scratches on his left shoulder from where the brute had lashed out the moment there was an opening. But at least the moron was patched up for the next blunt trauma to the limb.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Forig00.deviantart.net%2F8e32%2Ff%2F2018%2F057%2Ff%2F0%2Fspr_mid_lane_by_spiritburn-dc4dqp7.png&amp;hash=30263926790b7967b254d5ab1b723b08" title="spr_mid_lane_by_spiritburn-dc4dqp7.png">
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</div></div><br/>When his shift finally ended, after what felt like centuries to the hungry, flesh eating monster, Ray made his way around on his last rounds to make sure that everyone either went home or was alright for the next shift. He ran into the family, including the brother that 'wasn't cared about' and the mother that was supposedly supposed to be a bit flirty. She did have a timid smile, one that probably fed into the typical predatory nature of most men, but it didn't really hold the same affect to the hungry doctor. When she wasn't looking, he ran his tongue over his slightly sharpened teeth, but the desire to feed was pushed back for now. Soon enough. Soon enough, he could go steal a few packets of blood to tide him over for a bit longer. For now, though... "I'll be sure to have more fore the next time we meet," he called after them as the family was ushered out the door to end visiting hour. After he was done waving to them, he walked on in to the patient's room and glanced at where the shadowy creature vanished out the window. The fact that genuine green eyes and faux green eyes both saw the form sent a chill down the older male's spine. Normally, that meant that the patient wasn't human or that they were near death. The stench of impending death didn't cling to Angel, not that it always did when a human was about to die, but typically it did when the person as unwell enough to stay laid up in the sterile environment of a hospital. Maybe that was just a part of the head wound and it would disappear once the human was well enough to be discharged. Hopefully.<br/><br/>"Death is inevitable. Every living creature is dying at their own pace," he replied with a shrug and a laugh. He didn't mean to come across as philosophical there, but it was true. "However, I am not here to tell you that your time is near. Actually, I'm getting off my shift now and I figured I could check in and make sure that your family didn't cause too much distress and you just forgot to press the button or something. If you want, I don't mind spending a bit of extra time to offer a more calm environment. After all, I'm curious about these ghost and ghouls that your sisters claim that you talk about all the time. Anything interesting?" As he spoke, he stepped over to the same chair he had used before, without anything in his hand this time. The doctor shrugged his lab coat free from his body and draped it across his lap, the black tee-shirt that had been underneath it mostly hiding the latest wound. It was a little bit darker around the left shoulder's joint, as the blood had made the fabric damp, but it had not bled through enough to dye the white fabric, thankfully. It would be a hassle if one of the doctors or nurses, the ones that hadn't been around at the incident that caused the wound, had noticed and decided that they needed to try and stitch it up.