IC: Yerith, Ozi"Ah, a hospital," Yerith said, a bit relieved. "That sounds lovely.""Well, it's been poisoned, you see," the doctor said, holding the diagnosis tablet. "I suggest a transfusion or two and you should be right as rain."Ozi lay on the table, his limbs useless. He'd shoot the doctor if he could or if this weren't so important."Just get it done," he growled, feeling woozy.