When he didn't hear anything else from downstairs, the doc decided to investigate. He pulled a serrated knife from his kit, drawing a throwing knife as he made his way down the stairs. The steps were quiet, incase the intruder was of undead descent. When he saw the girl facedown on the floor, he feared the worst, but the small movements of breathing kicked him into action.<br/><br/>He rushed over to her, chhecking her pulse first. Once he found it, he knew she wasn't turning, atleast not by any means he could see right away. He cupped his hands under the sink, filling it with water before letting it fall on her face. "Oiyu, wake up. Come on, wake up," he whispered, supporting her head. He checked her pulse again, opening her eyes to check the pupils. They would be the first to go if she was turning.