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[potterfreak]

Wolfgang felt his throat tighten, he had not even allowed a single thought of Angel to cross his mind since coming back, or at least tried not to let them be his dominant thoughts. He nodded, somewhat pleased that Raychel was not going to allow it to interfere with their work relationship. Somehow he could still feel the stiffness in her words, as if she were only suppressing her anger with him during work hours, and that all hell would break loose if he happened to run into her outside of work. Wolfgang bit his lip.

[broadway]

Raychel smelled his pulse quicken with the mention of Angel. She merely chuckled a bit, crossing one leg over the other as if nothing had happened. Good, she thought. You should be afraid of me. The pair shared silence for a few more moments as Raychel solely directed her attention to Jessica. She wondered how fast the girl would recover. She had lost a great deal of blood, and was young and frail. It would most likely be a few days recovery, if not longer.

[potterfreak]

Wolfgang's eyes also traveled toward Jessica in her state of unconsciousness. No doubt if Raychel had not given her a sedative they would have to use the restraints, otherwise she would be thrashing and screaming because of the pain. Needless to say, Wolfgang did not envy the young girl. Nor did he envy Angel, he had been there the night that she was Bitten, there was nothing that he could have done... He shoved the memories from his mind.

[broadway]

Raychel's thoughts traveled from her finishing time, to how she was going to hide her from Isabelle. She already had made the decision to hide the girl from her dark clutches. But that was going to be easier said than done. Isabelle kept constant tabs on the patients here, and always knew when a Turned patient came through. Raychel would just have to keep this girl's records safe... by hiding them. If she just didn't enter them into the records, Jessica Reynolds would be safe the rest of her life.

[potterfreak]

Awkwardness was beginning to set in, the silence was so overbearing, the sound of his breathing seemed to be too loud, but he was not inhaling and exhaling any stronger than usual. There wasn't a contradictory thought in his mind to the fact that Raychel was a vampire, people couldn't be so still, or make absolutely no noise in the deathly quiet. Wolfgang folded his arms across his chest in deep concentration.

[broadway]

Raychel, from practice, had began to tap her foot, allowing her eyes to dart around the room. Her focus never stayed on one point in particular, although it could stay on something for days if she allowed it too. Being a vampire, she was incredibly focused, but it hadn't taken long to engrave her brain with the typical humanoid movements in order for her to blend into society. A blink or two here, a flip of the hair there. It was a natural thing for her now, to play "let's pretend." She was getting rather good at it.

[potterfreak]

"Wolfgang Hermasaki, report to the intern department, Wolfgang Hermasaki to the intern department." the voice over the intercom proclaimed in a slightly muted volume, as things in this room had to be quiet. He sighed, wondering what in the world he was going to be called for this time, you didn't get called to the department to get sent home... "I guess that means I have to go," said Wolfgang. He was perhaps a bit too relieved to have an excuse to leave, but left all the same, taking long strides to be prompt.