Enslaved to Duty (Helle/Anis)

Hmm. It seems she has reached the correct room. 103 it says on the door, and from looking at her charts, Helle notes the numbers on her clipboard and nods before opening the door into the room. She is met with a white room, beds strewn about with many individuals taking them up. Ah yes. She is at the hospital in the City of Lights. How long has it been since the invasion of America where a team, including herself, rescued their misguided brethren from the clutches of the wicked demons? Only about a week, yes? It was for the best to allow them all to have their rest and recover. Not all of them had suffered from trauma, but the few that showed disdain for their new surroundings were given little mercy by the demons who saw it as treason. Yet, one in particular was shown a surprising amount of embarrassment, and that is who Helle is here to see today.

Dressed in her normal armored attire, minus the helmet, Helle stepped passed the beds looking at the recovering Quincy before stopping at the end of the room where she knows one awaits for her whether they are aware of it or not. There is but a simple white sheet separating this patient from the rest of the room, but Helle is quick to disregard it as she steps into the closed off space and looks at the one who should be on the bed.

“Anis?”