Uriel was at her wits end with so many stressful things happening around her. The last thing she needed was for Ryan to have another break down. Her eye twitching somewhat, she grabbed Ryan's shoulders, forced him to face her, and brought her hand across his face--hard.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Regne's blessing, Ryan! I don't have the time or energy to deal with this right now. Pull yourself together!"</span></span><br/><br/>"Come now," came a man's voice. "Is that any way to treat someone in distress?"<br/><br/>A tall man with grey hair in a lab coat had appeared before them. He waved his hand, "He's not the only patient I've had who doesn't like hospitals. Come on; we'll go somewhere he can be more comfortable."<br/><br/>Uriel looked at the man for a moment, then sighed and gave a nod, and practically carried Ryan. They came into the hospital ship's courtyard, which had trees and medicinal herbs and benches and such, and the doctor had Ryan lie down on a bench while he dug around in a medical bag.<br/><br/>"So tell me about yourself," the doctor asked, trying to distract Ryan from the needle he was readying. "Where are you from? Any friends and family back home who're missing you?"