<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Infirmary</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Zitka, Sayaka, Isoke, Anya</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Tyson sat rather quietly on the bed, his long, long hair draping over his shoulder and hanging just over the tiny fox. He held himself up on his legs, his palms resting on his knees to keep his back bent at the perfect position. Any higher or lower, and that familiar, sharp pain would've returned. He damn sure didn't want that, and so he kept himself held up in that perfect position, staring down at his vulpine companion with a light smile. He was sure they'd be okay.  The nurse would take care of them, and then they'd be off...and he could begin plotting his revenge on the lizard. He over heard the nurse and Isoke speaking about him, and he looked to the two through the slightly open tarp, raising a hand slightly and wincing at yet another wrong movement.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I was the one she set her sights on..I called her a lizard, because she's a scaly, cold blooded bitch...She thinks she's so goddamn superior..." His voice was low, and there were winces abound throughout his sentance, but he couldn't help but speak. That dragon...she'd been a minor annoyance at first, but now she was slowly growing into what would be the object of his intense hatred. Just thinking about her made him shutter with aggravation..he would've loved nothing more than to see her broken and humiliated in every possible way.<br/><br/>His attention was pulled from the lizard, however, when he felt movement in his lap once more. He figured Zitka may have woken up once more, but further inspection of the tiny creature made it obvious that she had not. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was making herself more comfortable, nuzzling into his lap and turning a bit. He could only guess that she was finding a less painful position, as he had done, and in that case, he didn't bother speaking or calling her name to see if she was already. He merely reached down, once more, with the utmost care, and lightly ran his fingers along her slide, against the soft fur. She seemed fine enough, and his own pain was bearable..especially when his attention was so quickly caught by the voice that seemed to come from just below them.<br/><br/>He watched with a strange mix of fear and wonder as the voice was finally given shape..a puddle of purple ooze, that swallowed his feet and only grew from there. It was warm, slimy..but he couldn't have ran if he tried. It continued to grow and form, and eventually when it had taken a recognizable shape, the fear melted from him, and was quickly replaced with attraction. The top half of the mass of slime formed into a stunning woman, wearing a nurses cap. Not surprising to him, not anymore at least, she was bare, with a shapely body well worth letting remain exposed. He was..beginning to see a pattern here. Zitka, the now busy Anya, and now this...slime nurse, or something. It shifted around him, and soon enough, he felt it's arms around him. His body went still...as beautiful as she was, the feeling of slime was a feeling he'd have to get used to. He felt it's finger go to his cheek, where a cut rested, unbeknownst to him. Her touch was soothing, welcoming. He closed his eyes a moment and let his head lean against her finger. Sadly, the soothing feeling didn't last long.<br/><br/>All he heard was a snap, and then he felt himself being lifted off the bed, and separated from his mate..erm...his companion. He reached to grab for the fox, and groaned loudly as the pain shot through him again. This time, it remained constant. His body hun g straight down as he was lifted, obviously pulling him from the comfortable position he'd found, and he tensed, his breathing becoming heavy as he tried to contain louder sounds of discomfort in favor of lower, sharper winces. His eyes squeezed closed and his teeth clenched behind his lips, tears involuntarily forming in the corners of his eyes. Despite the telekinesis, despite the telepath, and despite the intense pain, he remained as worried about Zitka as he'd ever been. He forced his watery eyes open and looked to the small fox out the corner of his, clenching his fists as the dangled at his side.<em>AUGHH!! F-FUCK! IS SHE TRYING TO MAKE IT WORSE?!</em><br/><br/>When the students were each set back-down, he immediately turned onto his side and pulled his knees up slightly, contorting his body in a similar position to the one he'd taken when he sat on the bed. His eyes remained glued on Zitka, who was set on the bed right next to him. He wanted to yell at the nurse, in all honesty. That slime had been helping him, though he wasn't sure how 'intimate healing' would work. He got what she meant when she said it..but he was hardly in the best condition to get 'intimate' with anyone. Besides, how would intimacy help his back? He obviously didn't know what these monsters were capable of.<br/><br/>"Hormones?! Look, that Dragon started this..and I don't just take things like that lying down."