<em>"What have you given her, is that gonna work off the silver?"</em><br/><br/>Rich looked between Alice's face and the wound, dropping the bloodied cloth in the basin of water Reinard had first brought out.  "Ya.  The argentophiles coat the silver molecules, making 'em harmless," he said, talking to both Alice and Reinard.  Then, to himself, "Works like a charm."<br/><br/>Turning away from Reinard and his patient, the Alpha pawed through the First Aid Kit.  When he had removed the argentophiles, he had pulled at the Velcro securing them to the underside of the kit's lid, knocking the four remaining hypodermics into the miscellaneous items below.  After a few frustrating, Rich successfully pulled out another hypodermic.  Unlike the others, this one's sheath was gray.<br/><br/>When he turned back to Alice, Reinard was washing her face.  Not willing to confront why he even objected to it in the first place, Rich bit back a reprimand.  However, when his lycan asked for her name, he abruptly responded in her place.  "Her name's Alice," the Alpha said, perhaps a bit too quickly.  Then, slower, "And I'm going to get rid of the dead stuff that's clogging up 'er wound."<br/><br/>Rich held up the gray hypodermic and squirted it to remove air bubbles.  Using his hand to make the veins in her arm stand out, he injected the needle's contents into Alice's right bicep.  The sedative was rated to lay out a 170 pound human male for seven hours, but a lycan's high metabolism and dense cell structure meant it would only put Alice under for two or three hours.<br/><br/>Since any injury would have to be damned serious for one of his lycans to need treatment, Rich had bought a basic surgical kit off of eBay a few years earlier.  It had only basic supplies - scalpel, HD gauze, surgical scissors, etc. - but a lycan's body's naturally superior healing abilities allowed anyone operating on a werewolf to spare the gritty details.  Stuff like IV drips, staples, vacuum hoses, and infection prevention measures were unnecessary.  All a surgeon needed when operating on a lycan was a scalpel and stitches.  Even sterilization was unnecessary; when was the last time<em>you</em>heard of a lycan getting an infection?<br/><br/>He peeled the duct tape off of the bottom of the First Aid Kit, pulling the surgical kit off and setting it on the table.  As Alice succumbed to the sedative, Rich pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.  After pulling out a sizable wad of $100 bills, he handed the money over to Reinard.  "Go into town and buy a mattress, some blankets, pillows, whatever you think would make a comfortable bed for her."  After his lycan had turned to leave, Rich looked up, having forgotten something.  "Oh, and, uh, get some clothes for her, too.  Maybe, uh, size 8, medium top?  Something simple, but... nice."<br/><br/>Having taken care of that, Rich looked back to Alice, his eyes thoughtful.  "You, you, you," he mumbled to himself.  "What am I going to do with you..."<br/><br/>He shook himself out of his brief reverie, refocusing.  Rich had never operated on someone before, but this seemed pretty simple...  Just get rid of the necrofied shit.  And so what if the job turned out a bit rough; she was a lycan after all.  Her body would just make up for it.<br/><br/>He waited a few minutes to make sure Alice was fully unconscious.  Once he was sure she wasn't coming back anytime soon, Rich picked up the scalpel.  Doing his best to keep a steady hand, he pressed the blade against the edge of her dead skin and made the first cut.<br/><br/>((OOC: Remember kids, do not post after taking sleeping medication!  *falls asleep on keyboard*))