Today was her first day Azeria was brimming with untold excitement threatening to bubble over any moment. Her Long black-blue hair was done in a perfect bun, not a hair out of place. Her stethoscope, which had black colored plastic and her name neatly written on the plastic name plate hooked to it. Everything was perfect, from her neatly pressed powder blue scrubs, white tennis shoes, and her name tag that was perfectly centered on the left part of her chest. Only six inches down from her left shoulder. Taking a deep breath she stepped out of her car and with her head held high she closed and locked up her car and walked inside.

Despite being perfectly primed and pressed, sadly however no matter how well she looked in the mirror that morning she was no match for fate. As it would be shortly after she stepped inside she didnt see that someone had recently mopped. She also didnt see the out of place sign that would of warned her to be careful.. No, sadly she was not observant of her surroundings which lead to her downfall. Quite literally in fact. She slipped and fell sliding into a filing cabinet which sounded with a loud 'CRACK' and 'CLANG' of bone on metal. 'Well, thats just perfect. First day and I fell.. Awesome.' Sitting up she looked around to make sure no one saw but at the feeling of something warm and wet dribbling down her forehead and into her right eye she new she was sunk. 'Oh no.. No, no, no, no, NO!' Bring a shaky hand up she touched her forehead and pulled it away for her un-blinded eye and swallowed. Crimson.

*CRACK* *CLANG*

"Saaaaah."

The sound of a door opening. It had a distinctive creek, one that usually heralded the death of any and all Doctor Pepper in the vending machines, the devouring of undefended snacks, at least one person being glared at, or someone having a performance review.

Today it was slightly less apocalyptic, as Peter had finally gotten around to installing a fridge in his office, to properly quell the raging demons at a few paces, instead of leading to him going down to the vending machine on the sixth floor which time and again received exemplary amounts of abuse. One time it ate a ten dollar bill.

Peter was thankful there was no camera there. He had kicked the thing so hard it popped open. Granted, he had sawed through the lock with a piece of steel wire rather quickly out of annoyance with that miserable hellspawn of a machine's reluctance to surrender his favoured drink. He had then stashed the wire behind the machine, and reported it as vandalism.

But that was irrelevant to the matter at hand. Peter walked out of his office, staring down at the new RN. Before he crouched down, lifted her up in his arms rather easily, like she weighed nothing, before carrying her into his office. Setting her in a chair near the door, he did not bother speaking, reaching for a pen flash light, and holding a cloth to her head while he did so to apply pressure. His grip was like iron. He began running through routine Concussion tests.

"Stay still, or I will still you. I am checking for a concussion, and then I am dealing with the head wound. And yes, I have paramedic training. I also have worked here for two decades. If I can not take care of a few stitches, I do not deserve this office." His long red hair seemed a curtain, framing the malachite eyes behind black framed glasses. "Be good and I will give you one of my Doctor Peppers."

At the sound of the door creaking open near her she jolted and looked in the direction of the noise.. It was far too silent in the hall since she fell, however she didn't have much time to react or run for that matter when she felt an iron grip grabbing her and practically carrying Az into the nearby room. Soon vanishing from sight, the only signs that something had happened were the now drying blood on the edge of the filing cabinet.

Her mind was reeling the shock that came with getting hurt. Azeria's eyes were dilated with adrenaline and she was the definition of still. Azeria let out a small gasp as she was forced into sitting down which caused her to blink in clear confusion. 'I didn't feel my feet touching the floor...' At the feeling of something touching her head she didn't even wince. It was almost as if the pain that she should of been feeling did not register on her features. One check of her pulse and watching exactly how fast the blood was beginning to stain the cloth to her forehead would show that her heart rate was up.

Suddenly she blinked and snapped back to reality before looking up to the man that she was with currently. Her mouth opened, yet no sound escaped her lips as she did her best to grasp at the currently fleeting thing called the english language. It was almost as if she did a hard shut down on her computer for a reboot. Asides a few things she passed the Concussion tests but barely. At hearing the redheads threat she blinked stupidly for a moment to wonder why until she looked at her wet fingertips once more it was then the only thing that she has said thus far. "Uh oh."

She's had more than one head wound before, sadly just like last time she breezed through the entire experience as if it never happened to her. Granted, last time it was much worse having a dog latch itself onto one's head and nearly piercing skull tends to have a lasting memory. Once more finding her words she blinked and looked into his malachite eyes with her azul ones. "Is it bad?"

“No concussion, but you will have a severe headache. You will be receiving some stitches.” Peter's hand kept pressure on the wound, hoping to ablate the bloodflow before he began on them. “I will be visiting Mizuno-san with my daily dose of paperwork. See if her blood pressure skyrockets when I hand her your WCB forms. And no I am not letting you shrug this off either. I am treating you, and I am quite happy with the diversion. Speaking of which, did you drive yourself here, or take transit?”

He was moving to begin stitching, having grabbed a first aid kit he stocked with pilfered supplies in case of the injuries he believed HE would need to treat himself for. Everything short of high calibur gun shots and poisons were treatable with his kit.

“I suppose an introduction is in order if you missed me at the last orientation. Peter Emile, Administrative Director, cause of all sorts of terror and misery when I drop paperwork on people's desks, polymath genius, and general all-around-bearer-of-bad-news.” Inquisitor, Agent of Chaos, Knight of the Moon, God-Emperor of Mankind attemptee, Lord of Brittania, Wooer of Beryl Attemptee... He cycled through many titles for himself in his head, having stopped speaking at the news, while working on stitching this one up.

He liked her eyes. They reminded him of the Void Dragon. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made him feel... Alive again. Reminded him of his glory days.

It was obvious that she was slowly breaking out of the shock that had claimed her previously. Opening her mouth she licked her lips in a method meant to moisten them, Az then swallowed her pupils narrowing into slits. "No.. No, no, No! Please don't report this! It's my first day and a-." Her voice stalled as she stuttered and groaned, her head suddenly throbbed painfully with her raising blood pressure. She fully intended on going back to work there were patience to tend to, things or.. Or.. 'Oh my.. Her mind she felt stalling once more as her eyes took a moment to dart around the room to see the exact layout and organization of the room itself. She was statue stiff for Peter to begin stitching her up.

Azeria felt herself growing more statuesque as her pupils begin dilating once more to the point of being round like that of a normal persons. Her mouth opened slightly once more as she made a mental promise to herself. If she made it through today without being admitted or fired she would come in and organize Peters office. When Peter continued to speak she found herself snatching to attention once more and struggling to thing of what he said. "Azeria.. Azeria Koizumi and I drove myself here this morning. Nice to meet you Mr. Emile.. Normally a guy buys me dinner before giving me stitches."

“Enough Prattle. You -will- submit to my authority.” His Inquisitor voice came out. It was the commanding presence of a Dragon, not the cajoling of a man. “I am taking you home once we get you permission from Ami. You have lost a significant amount of blood. You nearly cracked your skull. And if you struggle, or if I catch you back in this hospital before tomorrow at this time once I have dropped you off, I am taking the day off myself, escorting you to -my- apartment, and sitting on you.” He growled softly, finishing the stitching, and shifted so his eyes were inches from hers. “And if I was to put you in stitches that way? The dinner would be gourmet, and hand made, there would be a ring on your finger, and you would be walking funny for two weeks.” His entire tone changed for that, having become husky, deep, sensual... And inviting her to press his patience.

“Am I clear?” The no nonsense voice was back, though not as demanding. He pulled back, and he was wearing an absolutely diabolical smirk. All teeth, his prominent canines revealing just how draconcic he could be. “Now then. We have some paperwork for you to sign before I carry you to Ami, and hand her the daily dose of pain and suffering.”

Something in the way he dared command her caused her to growl in a way that she never had before in her life. Her pupils narrowed into fine slits, though she dared not move until he was finished stitching her up. Rest was not something that she did, even if she were to be home she would most likely spend the day cleaning her tiny apartment again. Each day that she woke she spent it doing something how dare he tell her to rest of all things. When she opened her mouth next she snarled in more an inhuman way before speaking. "I have never taken off of work for anything nor have I spent time resting. If you wish me to do as such you'll need to tie me to the bed!"

Azeria's anger suddenly quelled as her facial expression blanches. Between her words, which was something she normally would ever say and his she sat for a few moments in shock as a dark blush creeps onto her cheeks. A quick shake of her head being the only movement out of her since Peter had sat her down. Az suddenly remembered why she was angry.. He wanted her to go home of all things! Narrowing her eyes once more to his malachite gaze and glared. She was clearing waiting to see if he would take the gauntlet that she threw, after all he threatened and she challenged.

Upon Peter pulling back she was still stunned into silence however she still nodded and waited for him to pull out the paperwork for her to sign. As he proceeded to doing so she reached into her purse and pulled out a jar of what appears to be a jar of lightly colored green fluid. Opening it she dips two fingers in and pulls out a small glob of thick slimy fluid which she promptly smears upon the stitches. The fluid doesn't smell all that fantastic, almost like a herbal remedy.

“Oooh, the Juvenile wishes to oppose a Great Wyrm?” There was a cold darkness behind his eyes, staring right back into hers the moment she dared try to sass him. His hands were on either arm rest of the chair she was in, and he was leaning into her. Nose pressing into hers. His foot swept out, kicking his door closed, and he pressed into her. “If you want to have this challenge, Juvenile... You best figure out how far you want to take this dance. Because I will crush you. And then I will keep you. That is how dragons play.” His warmth was washing over her. And that smell of honey, vanilla, and coffee.

“I do not take insubordination through official channels. I am the lord of my domain, and you are not going to escape my judgement so easily.” His eyes were like perfect gemstones, flawless, filled with ice, hunger, and a commanding presence. “So, I suppose I am taking you home. Congratulations, you are my new pet project, Koizumi-chan.”

He held that position, inhaling subtly. “I am going to enjoy this far more than I should. And trust me, I will have you immobilized without needing rope.” There was a positively evil smile there. “Rebellious little one.” He turned to fetch a stack of paperwork, withdrawing, but making it almost blatantly clear, she was his focus now.

“Ami will likely be horrified when she gets the batch of emails...” He was muttering to himself, but when he returned, he set a stack of forms in her lap, and a pen. A wordless command.

As Peter inhaled subtly he would smell the overwhelming scent of honeyed vanilla. It was almost as if she bathed in the substance, it permeated her entire being with undertones of the french variant of the wonderful scent. As he pressed into her she pressed back allowing him to feel flesh against him and her warmth flooding into him. The majority of this contact is their foreheads pressed against each other as their eyes glared into one another. Azul met malachite as she growled out once more. The normally shy and quiet female reduced to growling at what she could assume is her better. "You wouldnt dare." Azeria spat out coldly.

There comes a moment of juvenile rage as the urge to throw the stack of paperwork up and scattering them about the decently sized office to spite Peter.. However, that would only cause her grief since it sounded like she was neither going to be hospitalized OR fired so she owed him a clean office. This infuriated her to no end, however she was a woman of her honor and she grabbed the pen in her lap and scribbled her signature onto the forms as needed. She then proceeded to hand them back to Peter since he moved away from her person allowing her time to breath. The first moment that he had his back to her she reached out and tested to door to see if it was locked or not.

“I dare indeed, little one. And I am going to enjoy it.” There was a sense of smug satisfaction, and a low pitched hum of pleasure that he emitted at the thought of immobilizing her. She smelt wonderful, and she was fighting back. That excited the part of himself that he had spent so long suppressing. And this one, so bold as to make a declaration of him tying her up... She was not related to him.

Peter looked the forms over, and muttered, filling out the requisite parts of them, before straightening himself, and brushing his coat off with his hands. “Do not get up. You took a serious head injury, I am carrying you.” He paused. “Or if your pride would be too offended, you are leaning on my shoulder, and I will guide you.” There was a change in his deameanour suddenly, the predator seemingly turning into a concerned parent. His eyes were scanning her over, appraising her. But had a deeply concerned look in them. “You were also good enough to warrant having one of my Doctor Peppers. I keep them at just above freezing, so it will numb the pain until you are ready to drink it.”

He walked over to his fridge, retrieving two, and pushing it gently into her hands, before standing in front of her, making sure she could not escape. “Now, are you going to co-operate, or do I carry you? I enjoy raising Ami's blood pressure, so I will with pleasure if you resist.”

Azeria's face flicked from emotion to emotion as she was visibly debating about what he said and his actions thus far and her mouth opened to argue. But, at feeling the cold metal of the Dr. Peppers can in hand she stared at it for a long moment. He enraged her so much but, the look in his eyes showed that he cared enough. Making up her her mind Azeria stood to deify Peters orders and run, her hand on the doors handle. However, her grip slacked and her knees buckled as a jolt of white hot pain racked her body and eyes closed.

Despite the chair being behind her her body pitched forward as she lost her balance, colliding with his chest. Taking a deep breath in she sighed out, defeated. He won. "Carry me." She grunted out more of an order than a request as she struggled to stay up right. Despite her clear defiance of his order, which has been a running them thus far. It doesnt look like Az is going to be much of a nuisance without some painkillers in her system.

Paperwork was stuffed into his coat of many pockets, before his arms slipped under her, with one hand curling to keep the can in hers, and press it against her forehead before the dragon shifted his weight, taking Azeria completely off her feet, and opened the door with his elbow. He glared at one of the nurses outside, jerking his head to indicate the door, and carried her towards Ami's office. He went for the fire exits almost immediately, kicking it open, before he started skipping the stairs entirely, showing off a bit since she had taken a head injury, which meant her word was unreliable if she told anyone.

Taika was discreet enough he felt confident in her keeping her mouth shut. This one needed to be prodded a little bit more before he could trust her fully. But, on the upside, she was smart enough to let him carry her. “First thing once I have you released from duties, I am giving you some of my T3s, and then making you eat something... You weigh almost nothing.” He was biased, given his artificially enhanced genome. Which would pass on to his descendants. He was melancholy at that thought. He would never have any. He needed to go into the final sleep soon. Maybe a month. He hoped this one would not hold it against him...

Her eyes closed, the lovely shade of azul say good night to his malachite orbs as she snuggles against his chest and lets out a long quiet sigh. She didn't stir much as he leaped from landing to landing in the stair well, instead she whispered out quietly "Thank you Peter. I don't feel so alone anymore." With that she remained silent for the rest of the journey to the infamous Ami's office. Whom she would of found her way to originally if it was not for her cracking her head on the filing cabinet. Her free hand found itself gripped to his jacket firmly. As if she was not going to let him go.. Not so easily.

She was clearly ignoring his statement about her requirement for further food. In fact, it almost looked as if she had fallen asleep in his arm. The smell of vanilla wafted up from her person and threatened to embed itself in his clothing for a period of time to come. The notion of her falling asleep was further solidified when she groaned out before letting out a nearly silent snore.

“Overworked herself.” He shook his head at that. She was not augmented, though she caused a strange tingling sensation in his spine, like his fight or flight reflexes being activated. It had been bothering him all morning, but he pinpointed it as being her. And that had been all he needed to know, for the devil to begin chattering in his mind, telling him all about what was going on.

She's just like them. You saw those eyes. She's a

Return to the darkness. I will listen to you no more.

Glass or Diamond or Stone, no walls can hold me. And you know you have less than a month. What could you achieve, perfect one. In a month.

Plenty.

He was reaching the flight. Her smell was all over his coat. It was a funerary robe to him, the cloak being the spitting image of the Inquisitor's, including all his armour plating, and extra pockets. Peter pulled the door gently, before walking towards Ami's office, still carrying Azeria like she weighed as much as a feather.

He was at a minor loss for what to do before he tried rapping the door with his knee. “Mizuno-san, I believe this one is yours.”

There would be no immediate answer to the door. A heated discussion could be heard inside by the nosy visitors. If one looked through the window, they would see the bluenette wearing a typical white coat and proper dress on a phone pacing back and forth across her room in a fluster.

"Look you have closed off an entire floor of the building, you can't possibly expect this to be a long term thing...it's having an adverse impact on the healthcare of the other patients! ...Yes, I get he's a VIP but at the same time there has to be a better solution, a military base recovery ward or something?

...The longer this goes on the higher the risk of something happening at the hospital. That kind of thing doesn't happen day to day and I'm sure whoever did it might try to come back and take it out both on your group and the innocent patients...

..fine, talk about it. Let me know."

With that, Ami puts the phone down rather hard and sits in her chair behind her desk leaning back with an exasperated look on her face. It looks like the blood pressure rise that Peter had wanted was already well underway. At this point she hadn't even noticed the presence of the Paperwork Demon or the particularly tardy RN.